Meredith
* Tears flow from hateful eyes too.
But I suspect our hearts, like flowers,
grow big and strong with the waters of loving-kindness.
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Chill our words not our voice
It is rain that grows flowers, not ice
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“How cold is a heart
When it’s warmth that it seeks?”
Sting, Sister Moon
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Related Posts:
❀ everyday gurus:
Monthly Peace Challenge: Love Thy Enemy
❀ Electronic Bag Lady:
B4peace: The Enemy Within
❀ Poem from Laurie’s Notes:
a quiet prayer of thanks
❀ Welcome to a New World: Who is the enemy?
