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My grove of serenity…
The white flowers shine
Through the darkness of a wayward heart
A lone tree stands,
The perfect metaphor
Crumbled twigs and shattered leaves
Closely mirror shattered dreams
But offer comfort
In knowing that in death they are still together
Released from the pain and panic
No longer corrupted by the Vice of Man,
But embraced by the Virtues of the universe
The ethereal energy of all being
Cries wordlessly through this forest of tranquility
And the mighty oak, the deepest skies
They could never make me feel small,
Not when the world’s injustice
Requires, of all of us, a mighty hero
Someone to quench the flames of hatred
Someone to rust the blade of War
Someone to lead us
To pools of enlightenment,
Someone to exalt humanity
To its highest plateau
In this world of darkness and bigotry,
There is no time for ineptitude
There is, in all the chaotic disharmony of the modern world,
No room for doubt
No room for fear
And as I stand in my peaceful grove,
The winds call my name
They whisper all the secrets of the universe
And I euphorically whisper back,
Praising the Goddess for the blessings of this life
And I know, when my time has come to die,
When I have spent my life fighting,
When I have given everything besides given up,
I will be content in knowing
That in the end,
I will return to the peace of the Garden.