Years of Peace

There was no end in sight

to achieve my dreams that

lie ahead of me, there was no way to

restore my faith in humanity as

my plans were different from my

companions, i was reduced to scrounge

over leftovers of peace, there was no

river that would commit to sail my boat

as my boat rocked the oceans above

the weight of my dreams were not on

my shoulder as I was banned from travelling

ahead of my enemies, there was no mighty

power that could rescue me from the

the battleground of my tears and sweat,

these were surprises I never anticipated at

the last day of judgment all in the hands of God

I was contrite, fearful for the works of God are

barely seen and heard, the fleeing Jews from

tyranny; out of Egypt they never took to rest like

serving was my portion, the rhythm of my life

gained me peace, laughter like a drunken man

out of the depth of his soul pointed towards my destiny

of peace, I resorted to acquire light in my

darkness, to drink while I thirsted and to eat

as I hungered and to stroll as a way of resting,

there was no rush in profiting from forgiveness, preached

to gain followers as a cushioning from suffering.