SWORDS TO PLOWSHARES
And so it came to pass:
In his right hand was a sword
Of tempered steel forged in the artsan's fire,
And in his left, a spear
aimeng to kill.
After time and discovering evil's death
Poured out like entrails upon the ground
He gave way to a softer art:
Using plowshares to till the earth, and pruning hooks to tend his vines.
He bowed down low and reverenced the earth
Doffing his sword
and earnestly prayed: " Lord of my soul, I give you thanks for wisdom, guidance and council.
No longer have I use to practice the art of my fathers