Mine eyes seek the treasure of peace to behold
It's Thor, God of war
That your arms enfold.
Symphonies are written in honour of peace
As well as war.
You can stop fighting now
Just stop.
Accept the deliverance of olive branches
And let your rage subside
Gently as the falling of dove feathers.
Your enemies have died
Yet you battle on
With nights spent alone
Excluding all
Except the tempest in your mind.
Alas until you follow the way of peace
The storm you hold will abide, not cease
And as Tolstoy said
"The two most powerful warriors
Are patience and time"
Each of which you'll find
Are mine.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Mine eyes seek the treasure of peace to behold
It's Thor, God of war
That your arms enfold.
Symphonies are written in honour of peace
As well as war.
You can stop fighting now
Just stop.
Accept the deliverance of olive branches
And let your rage subside
Gently as the falling of dove feathers.
Your enemies have died
Yet you battle on
With nights spent alone
Excluding all
Except the tempest in your mind.
Alas until you follow the way of peace
The storm you hold will abide, not cease
And as Tolstoy said
"The two most powerful warriors
Are patience and time"
Each of which you'll find
Are mine.
