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I don’t want to hate…but when I hear hate spewing from other people’s mouths…when I see the way certain people are treated for being who they are…when I see Ukrainians on the run…
I don’t want to hate…is easier said…than done.

But that’s what hate is counting on in its never-ending attack…
Hate feeds upon itself…and grows larger every moment we hate back.

After reading the news this morning…which was not a good way to start…
I began my walk angry…with hate filling up my heart…

Until, that is, I heard the unmistakable singing of the morning dove…
she made me smile as she reminded me of all the things in life there are to love.

It’s something I struggle to do when hate attacks…
when I’m trying to weather her endless storms…
I try to think of love…in all her different sizes… shapes and forms.

Because love will also feed itself…and if nurtured will never end…
So I think about the love I have for my family…and my friends.

I think of how I love sunrises and sunsets…the way the clouds float on the breeze…
how I love the birds that fly, the mountains high…the flowers and the trees.

I think of how I love ice cream and chocolate…riding in a car…p
The smell in the air after a rain…rainbows…peanut butter in a jar.

I think of how I love my morning walks…sharing it with the possums and raccoons…
trying to find the big dipper…watching the phases of the moon.

When the waters of hate come flooding in from the ground or raining from the sky above
I do my best to stem the tide…by filling my sandbags with love.

The higher the flood waters of hate rise…the more sandbags of love I need…
my goal is to keep is to keep from drowning…until the waters of hate recede.

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