The peace of Earth is not a peace at all,
No thing of worth will lead to direst shame,
Yet unrestricted love will take its fall,
And selfish careless shove will lose its aim.
The method of the Earth is to defeat,
To hoard all things of worth unto yourself,
Such selfish greed, at souls does ever eat,
The horrid seed of all perverted wealth.
The body’s love is not a full design,
For selfless love is such a thing’s intent.
Ambition for the self will self malign,
No greatest living wealth on self is bent.
To find a peace divine, look not to here,
The heart-desires shine beyond the sphere.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written January 24, 2007