Death and Life
The killing is always a thing of hate and disdain,
of cruelty and power,
the need to be more, always more,
It is a creature of fear, an uncertainty
best removed in the most brutal way possible.
The rising is always a thing of love,
a recognition that hate has its power,
short-lived and fleeting,
while love is remembered and revered for generations,
a breeding ground of light and color neverending.
About this poem
Yes, it is about Christianity, but it is also a philosophy of life that seems to hold true for most of the faiths in the world. It is about how we treat each other. It is a choice we make each and every day, in each and every conversation, each and every prayer.