Time For a New Teacher?

Love, The pang of absence and joy of joining Filling the mind with thoughts of the one Love, Seeing the sun rise over the mountains Or the field of flowers covered in morning dew Love, Patting the inflated belly of your pregnant spouse And seeing the smile on the face of your child Love, Letting your pet curl up in your lap for some petting And helping someone carry their bags to their car Love, Waking each day with a smile for the mirror While saying hello to people that you meet Love, Being grateful to be alive and living so Believing this day is worth the effort to try Hate, Poisoning all efforts of Love to enter from fear Accusing eyes denying entrance of remembered pain Love, So much to embrace in so many ways, in every day And it is built into all of us, God’s gift, our teacher Hate, Is nowhere. A flower is not hate, nor the sun, nor the child Hate is learned, and if you hate, it may be time for a new teacher