• 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.