Peace,
Why do you hold me,
Only to release?
I am as the leaves on a tree,
Which are there for a season.
They bask in the sun on a summer day,
Only in autumn to fall away
And be trampled underfoot.
Peace,
Why do you haunt me?
Sweet visions of you I do see,
but you are like a ghost,
Of your loyalty I cannot boast.
Why are you hollow to me?
Peace,
Do not forsake me.
I long for your quiet solitude,
For your permanent rest.
Him who has you truly,
Truly is he blessed.
S