“Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.” 1 John 3:15
Hatred, like a canker,
eats even to the most
tender part of the soul.
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It rests at the edge of love,
volleying back and forth,
pretending to be one,
and then another.
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It separates father and son,
brother and sister,
spirit and soul,
mind and body.
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It lives by many names,
anger, jealousy, rage,
all dividing,
all destroying,
all pulling asunder,
that which once was one.
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But whether it manifests
as rightful or wrongful,
it stands firm to one truth,
the end thereof is death.
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Come, Sweet Jesus,
and purge this cancer,
that it will have no claim,
on this life I call Yours.
Written 9-1-2000
