I hate it,
but there it is,
weaving its
thoughts through
my heart,
mind, and soul, destroying
peace,
wreaking havoc
in my relationships
as it insists on
being heard, demands
attention....
+
I hate that it
turns on me,
turns me on myself
a distorting mirror
to the fabric of my being
spreading half truths
and untruths
abroad with
pernicious delight...
+
I hate...
I catch myself
acknowledging the strength
of feeling, the energy
drawn from me
in the very act
of hating,
and from the corner of my
eye I see a
tear falling silently
as the crucified one
weeps for me/p>
and washes my hatred
with grace...
+
...and I hear a
whisper...
"Father forgive them,
they know not
what they do..."
