Poisonwood

Hate is not my weapon

rather my poison,

draw it out and fill me with

love

 

The antidote to all things

help me to bear its fruits

out into the world

 

In my past,

much destruction,

what have I touched that

is not burned?

 

Help those who I have hurt,

help them to see the light of your grace,

and fill them with love.

 

 

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