Intolerance
Intolerance
when we are so indigent in love
for others they
appear obtuse
their every remark
egregious to our ear.
It is a human weakness.
Intolerance
the delirium of self,
a delicate imbalance between
ego and self-hate
that one can mediate with patience
to bring the awakening
of understanding
a heart to tolerate
and the blessing of God to
consecrate.
9/5/19
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2019
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