Love is the only, the all, the reason we're here.
Hate is a symptom, the actions, the outcome of fear.
Mine is not giving, not having or living, but the spoon.
Blind is the anger, the hater, the one forgetting so soon.
Light comes from within us, to guide us, a force from above.
Faith is our option, assistant, the drive empowering love.
Ours is not lonely, not shallow nor riddled with doubt.
We can together, find peace and a purpose, what life is about.
Copyright 2005
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