Nothing I say
Can be right
Nothing I say
Can be heard
For the poison
Of hatred
Of hurt
In her soul.
How can I
Have compassion
For the one
Who rages against
The illusion
I represent
Not a reality
As she would
Have told.
Beloved how
Can we heal
Such hurt?
How can I
Be compassionate?
In the face
Of my attacker's
Fury?
How do we win?
How is it possible
Goddess to heal,
A wound,
I did not inflict?
The conflict
Lies in an
Interior world.
Truth be told
This is true
For us all,
When we rage
Against others
When others rage
Against us…
Grant me the grace
To melt such
Conflict in it's place.
Gant me the
Compassion to
Not return hatred's
Favor,
But find and replace
Peace in it's place.
Grant me enough
Love not to take
Offense in the first place,
But grant me your
Forgiveness, for if
I fail and join her
In her pain
And poison my own heart
With anger…
