My Garden, My Soul Poem by Randy McClave

My Garden, My Soul



Hate; it will devastate
It corrupts the soul and mind
It will only anger and then frustrate
And it will cause a good man to go blind,
In my garden it will not be planted
Hate or its companions will never be sown
But if life to them is somehow granted
They will be destroyed, they will not be known.

Revenge; it is too avenge
To seek satisfaction from an evil deed
It will cause the mind and body to cringe
And in my garden it will be destroyed like a weed,
Those seeds in the wind they are scattered
And then by the wind they are blown
They will adhere to the soil and the soul that is battered
But in my garden, they will never be grown.

Forgiveness; it is to witness
In my garden it will pollinate
No man or woman am I seeking to impress
Never will I feed my plants venom to retaliate,
Love will bloom and then it will be harvested
And my plants will be free from hates infection
I had sowed feelings which were not infested
I have grown peace, and love and true affection.

Randy L. McClave

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 20 March 2013

I have grown peace love and true affections. thanks. it is necessary for life, .

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