Silent happenings are crowding around, wanting to be a
part of history as it partakes of a creative world.
Forgiving the existence of evil, yet praying that it
will be expelled in our lifetime from all over the world.
Comparing compassion and caring, wondering what it takes
for an individual to part from it.
Seeing an unforgiveness causing a hardness of hearts to
contribute to it's creation.
Being hurt when younger, learning to hate and holding
grudges may account for much of the evil on earth that
is being taught to our young.
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