The reaper grim he reaps,
In time eventually,
All wayward hateful seeds,
No place there is from him to hide,
Of that you are and be,
And that you sown have come to light,
The parcel that you hold,
The parcel that your soul,
That future be your mould,
If hate you carry in your heart,
Instead of love,
That too of you be part,
Listen to the Masters Words divine,
His murderers did he forgive,
No one did he decline,
More cruel pain and hurt he’d known,
Than anyone of us will ever,
Its best, such seeds be sown.©18/06/2010
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Georg
Regis
John
Donna
Instead of love,
That too of you be part
Far too many hate-filled hearts wandering this planet of ours these truly sad days.
Be always safe,
Karen