Sunday, May 22, 2011

Another Word


You look for love, when love is all there is.

You can be numb to love, but you can’t exist outside it.


You say, “What about hate? Hate is not love.”

But love wants you well. Hate is love’s bitter pill.


You don’t know, or perhaps you’ve only forgotten:

Life is another word for love. It means “I will.”


10 comments:

Old 333 said...

Oh, very nice, William. A wise rhyme, and words to live by. Thanks for them, sir.

William Michaelian said...

And thanks for yours, Peter, I appreciate it.

John said...

Wow. I've been talking to people, this last week, saying that they are considering suicide. This is a perfect poem to read today! It ends very strongly and is fine throughout. Thanks!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, John. What a journey your week has been. I’m glad this found you when it did — and that you found it, for the grace you bring.

Cuculus micropterus said...

true...hate springs from being unloved...it is love gone terribly wrong...take it away and even wrath ceases to exist

William Michaelian said...

Thank you. Being here to guess makes us the lucky ones.

Jan said...

Beautiful words, William. Love and hate, two strong emotions that sometimes intertwine to become one. Given the choice, I will choose love for it is gentle, and beautiful, where hate is ugly, and can destroy one's life if left to fester.

William Michaelian said...

And sometimes the lives around it, as we have all seen. Thank you, Jan.

erin said...

why do we live in such resistance?

are we just that foolish? what makes us so? is it our darned ego?

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

I don’t know. But isn’t it great? As I said, being here to guess makes us the lucky ones.