Sitting
within the presence of One so pure, I am taken to the truth of hate and its
beauty and design for all pain while on earth. Wondering about in this
troublesome emotion, I have pondered its continued push to not leave me. Why be such a companion? Why pierce my heart with this insistent but
gracious pond of memories and acts of foolishness. Why bother me day and night with begging
pleas of attention.
I run to
another thought, thinking maybe, just maybe it will go away. But I find it dead center in this phrase as well. Hate is in my life.
I find the
mind very confused while the heart seems in perfect peace. I give stage to the heart as cries come from
One so pure that unless I learn to hate what One hates and love what One loves,
I am stranded in the breaking process of failure.
It is difficult to look at others and find
hate as a safety, but encouraged to continue, I proceed.
Eternity
speaks and now I’m seeing not just today but the tomorrow of my soul. Hate must be addressed so it can find its
destiny. The war must be called to
attention so change of the fairest delight can make entrance.
So I dare
look it in the eye. Ugly, vaporous stink
more than substance. Its sticky
blackness is smeared in unbelievable places.
Places I would not have dreamed it could take form. Walking about on me,
and other non-suspicious minds all around me, with its slow crawl to invade and
cover.
How terribly embarrassed to be such
a welcome vessel to house such sneaky intruders! Screaming for the awakened hearts everywhere
to see the invasion, I am shut down and thrown into a corner, guarded by words
swearing I will not have leave.
But as my
heart is held in this awareness, I notice the wide open world of song about me;
as if I see, but the warriors of another army came to blind my enemy from
seeing me. Now bound to truth of love
and hate, Beauty comes and chooses me as decor for projects I've yet to discover,
while swiftly guiding me to stand as display for perfect announcements.
Waiting; I
find waiting in this amazing room my new favorite meal. My indescribable breath-taking movie theater
of adventure, I’m frozen to watch activity One is doing.
I’m curious to wonder if I would ever want to
leave and yet it appeared I was thrown in to die.
Hate, when
held to be the salvation Love is doing, separates you to Heaven from the hell you
live in at times.
