A Word: Peace

Feb 17, 2011 07:03

When all the world's abroil,
And nothing can be done;
Control is gone and all seems at an end,
Peace shall settle
It's gentle wings upon your soul,
And Tranquility reminds
That all these things shall change.

The cycle spins on through death
And renewal, bringing calm and excitement
Through the turning of all things.

Be at peace.

~Morgil

poem, philosophy

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cirquels February 17 2011, 22:11:05 UTC
im always at peace. wish i could be at peace with life too though.

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myorp February 17 2011, 23:19:45 UTC
May you be given what you need. And perhaps a few wishes as well.

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myorp February 17 2011, 23:23:53 UTC
i think you're a liar.
but "only" to yourself.

~O

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