Of a ferocity gentled,
of a newness kindled,
of a passion rewarded
and of the sorrow comforted,
on the grounds of a peace,
enduring.
Lasting.
A ground unbreechable,
a banner that cannot fall,
a standard unbreakable,
the herald’s cry that will never go mute.
Lasting.
A fight
for the shining grail.
The war raged against who you have been
to become the one able to love tomorrow,
fiercely love.
To love,
to love the Beloved,
openly but not freely.
Never easy – never taken lightly,
never in one stride,
never freely.
Raging but never angry,
eager but not impatient.
Never undeserved are the gifts given,
the receiver is never undeserving
but priceless are the kisses kissed,
painful are the deaths died.
Truth is to stand, and fight,
truth never gives in,
truth never dies.
Priceless words are spoken,
never to be given to another,
this ground will not be lost,
these hearts will not retreat.
This can never be retraced.
To love,
to fiercely love.
Always remember,
this peace was fought for.
This truth was died for. |