Time For a New Teacher?
Love,
The pang of absence and joy of joining
Filling the mind with thoughts of the one
Love,
Seeing the sun rise over the mountains
Or the field of flowers covered in morning dew
Love,
Patting the inflated belly of your pregnant spouse
And seeing the smile on the face of your child
Love,
Letting your pet curl up in your lap for some petting
And helping someone carry their bags to their car
Love,
Waking each day with a smile for the mirror
While saying hello to people that you meet
Love,
Being grateful to be alive and living so
Believing this day is worth the effort to try
Hate,
Poisoning all efforts of Love to enter from fear
Accusing eyes denying entrance of remembered pain
Love,
So much to embrace in so many ways, in every day
And it is built into all of us, God’s gift, our teacher
Hate,
Is nowhere. A flower is not hate, nor the sun, nor the child
Hate is learned, and if you hate, it may be time for a new teacher
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