Celtic Cross
This morning in our EfM (Education for Ministry) group one of our parishioners shared this poem written by her 11 year old grandson:
Hate
Hate is a poison,
Slipped into dinner, through snide remarks,
meager at first
but escalating over time.
It ruins people,
consumes others,
it is hard to contain it,
harder still to cure it.
It takes away lives,
Egging away the fragile existence,
Devastating the mind,
Turning it to hate's ultimate goal.
Hate destroys nations,
cripples the toughest men,
and yet all can control it
with the simplest tool: forgiveness.
Nathaniel Endicott
1 comment:
WoW! Powerful poetry...and from an 11 year old...reminds me not to underestimate their understanding of the world.
Great collage work. Love the bright colors and the texture of your mosaic work. :o)
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