Oh – the beauty of all I see – through the rose colored
glasses the world hands me – telling me all of my days – will be sky blue – if
only – I tolerate you
Hmmmmm – is what I think of that – is it toleration or love
we lack – tolerate – seems a dirty word to me – it may behoove me to tolerate
the – shit – that you do – but I am called – to love – the very core of you –
through spirit and joy – in all place and time – I find toleration – is the
world’s game – not mine – Love is the action – we lack with one another – to
truly love and – not – just tolerate our brother
Toleration – is something asked of a child – for love is a
choice – a parent – makes with a smile
So it is – that children tolerate their youth – while –
being under hand – learning life’s truth – but – as elder – we should love –
all that we touch – so our children – will love and not just tolerate us
For if toleration – is really how – to play the game – then
we play under hand – of the Ruler of the day – using words – to hold our foe at
bay
Do we really think that little of him – that we not love and
only tolerate with a grin
