#loveandhate

THE SAME SEED

 

 

He had a conversation with an angel…he was seated by a stream…when he noticed she was next to him…then again he thought…it could have been a dream.

 

“I see you are shouldered with sadness.” The angel said, “And this sadness carries great weight.”

He nodded, “I don’t understand how a world created out of love can be filled with so much hate.”

 

“It is difficult to understand,” the angel said, “how love and hate grow from the same seed…when nurtured with love it grows into a flower…when raised in hate…it grows into a weed.”

 

“And though that seed is fragile it is also resilient…for everyone has it within their power to turn any flower into a weed…and any weed into a flower.”

 

“I imagine what is making you sad what tends to make your world seem sour…

Is how easy it is to turn a flower into a weed…but how difficult to turn a weed into a flower…

 

“But it can be done…begin by looking around you…start now…don’t hesitate and you’ll be pleasantly surprised…how you’ll see more love than hate.”

 

And as you look around you’ll see…when it’s love each seed consumes…

or when love is substituted for hate…how another flower blooms.

 

Remember love and hate speak different languages…but the more you concentrate 

…the more words of love you speak…the less words you’ll have for hate. 

 

And you must believe…as I believe…it’s why I came to you today…

to remind you…with your help…and with the help of others…love will find a way.

 

She left him smiling…thinking about her words…still seated by the stream…

still wondering if what he just experienced was real…or if it was a dream…

 

No matter he thought to himself…whether a dream or an angel sent from above

It was time to do his part…for there are many seeds in need of love.

 
 
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LOVE AND HATE

I often wonder why the same nurturing from the Earth

that allows the flower to grow so beautifully from the seed…

that same sunshine

that same rain…

also nurtures all the weeds.

 

Why is it flowers need so much of our time to grow..

need our constant attention…

constant care

while weeds seem to grow anyplace…

anytime 

and anywhere?

 

Why is it our flower garden

if we aren’t diligent in meeting it’s needs

if we’re not as attentive as we should be

can be overrun with weeds?

 

Why is it when it comes to our flowers

we must constantly weed the row

If we want our flowers to be beautiful

if we want our flowers to grow?

 

Perhaps the Earth is just reminding us

If a beautiful world we want to create….

If we want the flowers of love to continue to bloom

we must constantly remove the weeds of hate.

 

 

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HOW COULD YOU?

Everyone who was still alive...

on Earth…

that final day...

 

Turned their eyes up to the sky...

and to their Gods...did pray.

 

“Oh God!” they asked, “How could you...

condemn us to such a fate?”

 

“You condemned yourselves!” their Gods replied...

“When you turned our love...to hate.”

 

“We gave you every opportunity

every chance 

to turn your hate to love.”

These were the final words anyone would hear

as darkness fell from up above.



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WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE WANTED

He found an old and weathered copy of her poem…which caused him to reminisce…

for never has he read a poem…as beautiful as this…

 

 

“I want you all to write a love poem,” He said to his class,

“For love is beautiful…and grand…”

when he was interrupted by a student…who timidly raised her hand.

 

“My daddy was killed by a bomb in the war.” she said.

“How can I contemplate…

words of love and joy…

when I’m filled with so much hate?”

 

He had anticipated many questions…but this one…he never guessed…

He walked over, put his arms around her…and hugged her to his chest.

 

“When hate is all around us”, he said…”when bombs are dropping from above…

That is the time we must fight hate…and search for words of love.”

 

“Look into your heart.” he said, ‘words of love are waiting there

words of love you will discover…words of love you’ll want to share.”

 

He returned to his desk amid silence…and during the interlude

the class all wrote their poems…in a quiet solitude…

 

He wasn’t sure what to expect until that night at home

when he came to her assignment entitled…

 

                                            This Is My Love Poem

 

My daddy used to talk about love…before he turned off my light…

He said love is a wonderful way to start the day…and the only way to say goodnight.

 

So I will try everyday to think in words of love…no matter what my fate

hoping the words of love I find…will overcome my hate…

 

I hope someday to discover within my heart the words I’m searching for…

For hate has won this battle…but I can’t let it win the war. 

 

Perhaps if words of love, instead of bombs, were falling from the sky

then love will finally vanquish hate…and no more Daddies have to die.

 

Yes, hate has left me with a scar and my dreams shall now be haunted…

but I will look for love, because…

 

because that’s what Daddy would have wanted.