And.

Like black ink that smudges,
it spreads vastly, quietly.
And as sound travels.. it’s swifter.
It pollutes.
I breathe them in, knowingly- unknowingly.
Prickles, chokes.
Finding myself on my knees.

Arrows of evil flames
dashingly amusing.
Each time I release an arrow,
it lands not on the aimed.
Pierces the One, and many.

Dear God,
when I find myself condemning and cursing someone, or even, calling someone stupid,
am I not condemning and cursing Your creation, and calling Your creation stupid?
Am I not condemning and cursing You, the Creator, and calling You stupid?


Let me see,
the way You see the good in others.
Let me love,
the way You love the most hated.

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