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
Copyright © 2016 by Chris M. Wilcox