Last night I found myself wondering
What peace really is.
I found myself pondering
If it is some permanent state of being
We as humans search for our entire lives.
Is it something that once found
Will cause happiness
Worldwide?
Does peace just sit there
Like a fed up parent
Waiting for her chaotic,
Mislead
Toddler to tire himself out
Before she can pick up the pieces
Left by his destructive ways?
Lost in these dizzying daydreams
I came across a revelation.
This revelation made clear that
The relationship between peace and war
Is not that of a fed up parent and her reckless toddler,
But it is that of two lovers,
He, who dances dangerously dealing death
To all.
But also her, who, while dancing with her lover,
Lands love luxuriously upon the lives of onlookers.
There is no death to be dealt without the luxury and love
Of peace.
Along side this revelation came a thought so profound,
"Peace is beautiful, but fragile, like butterfly wings.
Touch them once and the may just crumble away
Into the dust."
Peace comes and goes,
Showing her skill on the dance floor for only a minute
Before her lover's turn comes around
And shatters our serenity she selflessly gave us.
Finally,
I realized what peace is.
Peace is more
Than something our governments strive for,
More
Than a cause our soldiers die for.
Peace is more
Than some end to justify these means,
More
Than our filthy American dreams.
Peace is maturity,
On a level entirely new to us.
