On My Walls
it was early one thursday january morning when i began journaling with
"on my walls i would write,
LOVE FREELY, LOVE OPENLY, LOVE DAILY."
and continued on with...
we live in a world where
"all we need IS love"
& yet it is the one thing that is still so hard to find, to receive, to feel.
even within ourselves.
why is this?
why is it that it is easier sometimes to judge or make assumptions or think poorly of others...
without even knowing what really goes on in their lives,
in their minds,
in their HEARTS?
when what we 'should' be doing is actually LOVING them...
for their faults,
for their hurts,
...for "them".
in turn, when l o v e is our guide,
we will feel at ease
&
at
P E A C E.
"on my walls i would write,
LOVE FREELY, LOVE OPENLY, LOVE DAILY."
and continued on with...
we live in a world where
"all we need IS love"
& yet it is the one thing that is still so hard to find, to receive, to feel.
even within ourselves.
why is this?
why is it that it is easier sometimes to judge or make assumptions or think poorly of others...
without even knowing what really goes on in their lives,
in their minds,
in their HEARTS?
when what we 'should' be doing is actually LOVING them...
for their faults,
for their hurts,
...for "them".
in turn, when l o v e is our guide,
we will feel at ease
&
at
P E A C E.

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