How to Love
by Connie Marcum Wong
No matter how much
pain you cause me
I can not hate you.
I only hate your
thoughtless actions.
Love transcends
karmic retribution.
It changes you,
makes you humble
in its healing light.
When you truly love
you are able to turn
your judgment inward,
to seek answers from within.
It is the whole of one's soul
that must be viewed with
loving, ambiguous eyes.
How do you keep that spark alive
after the passing of many years?
You kindle it with understanding.
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © 2005, Connie
Marcum Wong, all rights reserved.
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