His guest was wrinkled,
Grotesque,
Inhuman.
He grew to love this monster
And together they perfected ugly.
They traveled the streets of my neighborhood,
Polluting the air
With their so-called "free speech".
I turned my eyes in disgust,
But my heart is warm, full, and still beating,
So my outrage became pity.
I knew there were more of them out there...
The old men with no joy in their futures
And nothing beautiful to leave behind.
Had he not been taught to love?
Or was it something that slipped away
Leaving him bitter?
No matter,
I guess.
He'd never truly know freedom
Allowing his life to be restricted by his companion of hate.
I was driving to meet Manly one night and I pulled up along side this pickup truck that looked like it had a camper on the top of it (old beat up thing). It was actually 4 sides of pure hate with a big Jesus on the front with his arms opened wide.(pictured is just one side of it). This little shriveled up man was driving around spreading his word. Unfortunately the light turned before I could get a better picture. It was so gross and freaky. The guy must have been 80++++. All I kept thinking was who would want to spend all the time they have left on this earth spewing hate? Are you really free if this all-consuming hate confines you?
Where's the picture?
ReplyDeleteCouldn't get it to upload. Will try from the office tomorrow morning.
DeleteThat's one scary truck!!
Deletethat hate-spewing man is a solid victim of ignorance.
ReplyDeletegreat to be here:)
A friend of mine posted "being gay is not a choice, being an asshole is"
ReplyDeleteI think this fits just perfectly.
Dear Stephanie, what you've reflected on here is the perennial philosophical question of how we become who we are. If are companions are one way are we that way also? If we choose to immerse ourselves in hatred and bitterness is that what we become? A bitter and ugly blot on life? And can we change? Can we choose to be different? I believe we can. And yet so much work is required that many seem to give up in despair.
ReplyDeleteI've been away from reading and commenting on blogs for several weeks. I'm so glad to return today to your blog and find you asking the hard questions. To me the questions are really more important than the answers. It is the asking that moves the will. Or so I think. Peace.
Dee, thank you for your thoughtful comments. You give me something to think about!
DeleteSpreading hate is the same as spreading a disease. I'm sorry I haven't been commenting here. For some reason I thought I was going to receive your posts by email. I should have checked in on you sooner. No email option. Duh.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Janieola! No worries and thanks for stopping by. I've been so behind at reading blogs and posting. It's crazy.
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