What man could do such wicked harm to you
that causes you to say things that you do.
I feel the bitterness that fills your soul.
I feel the anger that's taken its toll.
You may hate me, but I will not hate you
despite the many things you say you'll do.
Perhaps one day we'll find some sacred ground
a precious place where a kind word is found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the hardest part of God's commandment that we are to love those who hate us. I have not attained that sacred place in my soul... but I try...and try... and try. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++