317 Words Better Than a Life Hell Bent On Hate

Standing up tall holding my own leaning hard headlong into the wind yes I believe I have heard felt seen it all it seams. Been down on the row held my hand up high up on the bush - but yes time tells me to not worry - Lord has been carrying me for some time now. If I could write you a sonnet I would, but; I haven't the clue of that form. Yeah all that I know, is to write in Joy and embrace the wind time and the realities as they are; and come. Though broken, I feel it can bring one to be enlightened through time, if a prayer is given for this and the heart to remain open with no strings attached and so yes if this is achieved, the Sun so to say is sure to rise again in the morning, and the World will march on together in Peace and so this Hope will remain, "Love Mercy and Forgiveness - selflessness - will always be the keys to winning with God and one another - and the time it takes to share a kind word with the one who is down - well brilliant; it will always be a greater life - and in general the days will not be as tough as it is to live in a place Hell bent my friend depending solely on-Hate erroneously alluding to and believing that that alone will make all the difference ... and keep one safe. "Yeah ha ha, I Laugh!" Yes and having relied on Hate as a fix all answer all before myself well from bitter experience; I tell you it never did help - yeah and I tell you one more thing friend I know now Hate in all of its selfishness intended and ultimate suffering; it-never will ... . No no it never-will.