I saw a man whose eyes were of resentment.
Life was robbed from him,
He wanders of what has befallen man.
Life that gives birth to life, but life takes life;
love that gives birth to sacrifice, out of love hatred is born.
A cycle of hatred, one takes life, to save life?
Yet he wanders of why man not see that truth.
Out of hatred war is born.
A neverending cycle of despair and sorrow.
Hope? He says, what is that?
Friendship hangs by a threat, envy, lust, suspicious and anger all that takes whole of him, knows not why their is no path to be taken that leads not to distruction.
Oh! I have planted the seeds of war,
ready to burst and explot in raging firestrom.
Let he that seeks truth, find it in despair;
For the path of truth is fill with agony.
Let he that seek justice, follow the path of mercy; for mercy and justice lives in the heart of God.
Let he that seek true love; find it in patience: for love is patience.
Let he that seek peace find it in grace, for peace is achieve in grace.
Let he that seek glory, find it in humility, for such praises comes for those who are humble.
I knew that man, whose eyes were of sorrow and has now found joy.
Sorrow and joy are afriend, but only in thy dreams. Love and hate are like a two sides of a coin,
We can toss it up in the air and hope to get love. Is that not ignorant, when we can just choose it.
Life is not based in luck but in choices.