See, I've been asking for her to come around for years and years,
and she's always let me down... until now.
Today, she strolled in and peace followed behind. What a marvel!
What was once in disarray, now has been blessed by tidiness!
What once was awful, now glimmers with happiness!
And how can I, a mere mortal, thank the Goddess for her visit?
Shall I pay my debt with my body, my wealth, my spirit?
No! I shall invite her to stay for dinner
—to stay forever if she may—,
to taste the best food I can serve
on my most exquisite plate!
It's not much, but it's what I can offer,
as a poor man with a weary heart
and a long life of sorrows.
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Author's notes: I wrote this poem from the perspective of a poor man, with a tragic past, that had been praying for the goddess of peace (Eirene) for years, until one day she finally showed up at his house. For some reason, in my mind I picture this man dying right after he dines with her, because he finally is "at peace".
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