He
came in peace
with
love his sword,
love
his only weapon,
only
protection, only tool
to
open hearts and minds.
Slashed
through hate and fear,
relentlessly
he fought as if
his
very existence
depended
upon his courage.
And
it did occur,
even
in his finest
acts
of righteous warfare,
bodies
fell into his arms
to
be protected from love,
a
love so great and worthy
they
feared even this reward.
His
constant battle
to
be the light of love.
He
came in peace
but
quickly realised this;
few
hearts were open
to
the love he came to show.
Doing
what would glory bring
would
not always work for peace,
nor
win the shattered hearts,
of
men and women
who
had flailed in endless dark.
And
it did occur,
that
he wept for
the
little and the meek
who
yearned for light and hope.
It
was not his own fault
they
failed to see, to feel
the
love from his mighty sword,
banishing
the darkness,
because
they had not gift of sight.
He
came in peace
to
bring the light,
and
open eyes and hearts
for
all who yearned to believe.
That
one day on this tiny rock,
a
world could share this love.
The
man of courage forged ahead,
assured
love conquers
all,
despite the approaching end.
And
it did occur,
he
wiped away despair,
the
scourge of restless people
even
if they yet misunderstood.
Just
how such a thing as love,
could
be all that they'd need again
on
the journey to better days.
He
came in peace,
to
evict fear from desolate man.
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