Poem on a hatred that arose and faded

It can appear
I am that which has just cause to fear.
For in this mind I see a fascination in,
attraction both to horror and to sin.

If evil thought,
An intent that loveth not,
Lives in me?
Love therefore - I cannot be!

Of the hated I may try to rid
and of myself keep hatred hid
by masquerade of face that’s fair
and join in making fear ‘out there’.

Self denial offers protection,
in thought to ease this self affliction.
But joy and peace are surely lost
for must the sinner pay the cost.

For would not Love’s own light; awareness shine,
Reveal the hate that masks its hidden mind?
Who looks as if in secret and alone
and yet does grasp this making as its own!

To hold its will apart it does perceive
yet keeps a face for love
that feigns but to deceive
and even so is proud of

For thus must seem a life until a truth untainted
shows the meaningless can not with truth be painted
howsoever we try to keep the lid
that works to keep the hatred hid

Now! look I anew in trust of seeing,
These witnesses to loveless being.
Desire that speaks a wish insane
revealed by light of higher plane

The desecration of your heart
is but a dream right from its start
For nothing Is but lives in Me
Apart from Love can never Be.

A life once lived as if in hiding
turned around from curse of fear
To willingness for light abiding
In faith to let this mind be clear.


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