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The One That Grows

The One That Grows

Walking worried one time
Beside a winter’s creek
I came upon a smiling monk
No shoes upon his feet
Feeling myself warmed by the
Presence of his heart
I asked for any wisdom
That he could impart

He said
There’s love and hate
And all we know’s
The one you feed
Is the one that grows

Stopped by a psychologist
Learned and widely read
Hoping she’d expunge
Recriminations from my head
Asked if she could point me
To a book upon her shelf
With an easy answer
To dealing with myself

She said
There’s love and hate
And all we know’s
The one you feed
Is the one that grows

A volunteer, a teacher
A painter and a priest
Those who’d suffered greatly
Yet pledged to live in peace
Building worlds better than
The one they had endured
An unlikely assortment
And everyone concurred

They said
There’s love and hate
And all we know’s
The one you feed
Is the one that grows

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