Shall I Make Peace
Shall I make peace and shall I accept this eternal enemy death
This unseen unfelt subtle that suffocates us out of last breath
And why shall I call it foe? Is it not our safest end of all our woe
We sinners the undeserved wretched do try to avoid it so
Does it not being a gentle drier of all love afflicted tears,
Is it not which nobly ends many times the cowards fears;
Does it not has this sweet repose to lovers sad despair,
Is it not the calm of human ambitions and rough over stretched care
Does it not move the seasons around to turn in different hues
Does it not make all things bloom, grow and replaced anew
If in regard of bliss and fortune he is but damned curse,
Yet the joys of Paradise were to Adam and Eve worse;
Since Adam had failed to sustain Paradise and from grace fell,
And God from Eden Adam and us the decedents did expel,
Death is no more an evil we so fear, but a relief;
The balm and cure to every Humane harm, sin or grief:
As impartial he is we all lie balanced equally under sluttish tombs
The same equal form or status we first left our mother wombs
Under his reign we shall suffer no illness or tooth ache as before
What man had forfeited, we now enjoy, and never can loose it more.
poem by Isaac Ziv
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