Haiku Journey

Short, long, summary of a life

Free from the Hate

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Wow, two reposts on the same day. Both, from my perspective, addressing the same thing. The unspeakable, the thing I can’t yet find words to write about. It’s always, “Only by His mercy” when it could be by His love.

Ancient Skies

Maine and More 496

I grew up near the corn,

a state,

where they slap you on the back,

celebrating their “whiteness”,

imagining,

their superiority.

It is only by His mercy,

that I could see through,

their confederate banner waving,

monsters lived in their hearts,

while the Klan lived with the fire,

of hatred burning,

waiting for their turn,

 searching for a voice,

It is only by His mercy,

that I saw the truth of a mountain,

the peace of the woods,

His love, in creation,

and people,

cultures from around the world,

began speaking,

a young heart wandering in the desert,

to this day, I love India.

It is only by His mercy,

that I’m in my right mind,

loving,

instead of hating,

It’s only by His mercy.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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Author: taohobo

A wondering wanderer who's traveled the world, found the love of his life, sleeps little, insatiably curious, living life...

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