Hatred's antidote understanding

Hatred is the ugliest of emotions for it is the root of murder and mother to anger. Hatred's seed is planted in the soil of misunderstanding . As misunderstanding grows it matures into intolerance disallowing understanding a place to grow.


Where there is deep understanding there is tolerance. Tolerance can progress to acceptance, acceptance mature to benevolence ,benevolence produces kindness, and kindness in full bloom completes and finishes as the fruit of love. Therefore understanding is the genesis of love's completion.


Understanding being foundational to seed love's development, what is necessary for it to develop? Patience, listening, observing, humility,and wisdom are the green house nuturers understanding requires to become a seedling. Set it out too quickly without slowly hardening it to the elements and it will perish. No, there can be no quick tricks for raising and propagating the seedling understanding . Place the tender plant to early or in the bad soil of misunderstanding and hatred will spoil everything.


So it reasons ,that if we desire to be a people bereft of hatred and filled with love, we must cultivate understanding with it's key elements: Patience,humility,listening, observing,and wisdom. Wisdom brings all the data into emotional play.Wisdom will tell you what to do with understanding and how to use it.

Colossians 3:8 " You must rid yourselves of all such things as these; anger, rage, malice, slander.....since you have taken off your old self with it's practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in the image of it's Creator."

What I really wish to say a poem by Rob Neuschwander

What I really wish to say,
that all within my mind does lay,
but voice I cannot give.
For not as thought alone reside,
but in impression live aside:
Feelings,emotions,directions,values,
meanings,nameless ghosts that do move me;
But speechless................
I strain in envy to hear their whisper.

Springuary a poem by Rob Neuschwander

There is winter; there is spring.
Sometimes providence creates a thing between.
Where neither winter rules ,nor spring a scepter holds;
but blossom blooms and leaf unfolds,
and winter breeze, it quickly scolds.

Time will tell and say ,who well will win this day;
but winters cold way has fallen into decay,
and spring will have it's merry way.

Possesions a poem by Rob Neuschwander

Why do I wish to possess what I cannot own?
For all I can ever own is a grave's debt
that I will pay some day
when my body is sown.

I can only possess my here and now
with virtues held and won;
will be all that's left
when I am dead and done.

Attitude of Spring a poem by Rob Neuschwander

I will choose Springs attitude,
with no room for stale platitude,
But stay green with verdant mind keen;
Holding fast to deep rooted things,
always leaving room for what revelation brings.
Deep truths seldom with verbosity ring,
but truth like Robin's voice clearly sing
unmistakable melody that heralds the dawn.
I will hold fast to Springs verdant view
with obsequious wonder behold all things new.

I fuse the muse a poem by Rob Neuschwander

I fuse the muse with what I choose
as imagination captains on.
Give sail to dreams, for what is,
is not as it seems.
Inspiration on the wide ocean teems
with adventure sought
Give the muse wide berth
and he will reward you with thought;
All you've sought with new truths taught.

Be ever grateful a poem by Rob Neuschwander

Be ever grateful for the vice
that led to virtue's victory.
For vice had fled when virtue led
and I, passion's raiment shed;
When warmth of goodness virtue knew,
to seal my virtue....vice to virtue grew;
To love the good and hate the wrong;
Mercy to me ,in me, from me ,belong.

If mercy were all I knew a poem by Rob Neuschwander

If mercy were all I knew,

I would know well enough.

For hatred's sting and revenge's ring;

Never prevails ,

When mercy avails.



Mercy is it's own justice,

Holding court without malice.

It meets out favours to the wounded

and heaps coals of fire with kindness armed;

To disarm the wrong doer and benevolence charmed

lets go his weapons of hate.



If mercy were all I knew,

I would know well enough

for hatred's sting and revenge's ring;

Never prevails.........

When mercy avails,

and falls dumbfounded into mercy's fate.

I do not wish to sleep a poem by Rob Neuschwander

I do not wish to sleep, but sleep wishes me.
Try as I might I put up a good fight with sighs I press and plea,
For eyes too tired to see, and I so weary be.......
That drowsy nods and cloudy thoughts
all confuse my thinking cap.
I think I'll give in and just take a nap!

Robin song a poem by Rob Neuschwander

The Robin awoke the dawn with song.............



too early for Spring,yet too much sun for Winter to bring.



How can a Robin's song be thought as wrong ?



He is a portent of Spring and sings in faith that Winter is gone.



So sing on !Sing on! Go tell it on the mountain long!



What we believe and sing , faith will bring, if we but sing along.