Dear Lord,
Today I failed Your test again.
I spoke angry words, I hurt someone's feelings.
In frustration, I escaped to my garden and sat beneath a tree.
"O tree," I whispered, "Do you ever get angry?"
I heard a rustle of leaves above me,
I saw a butterfly flit across the sky.
"O butterfly!" I whispered. "Do you ever get angry?"
It flew towards me and brushed against my cheek.
If only they could both speak to me.
O Lord, will You teach me how to conquer this
loathsome enemy called Anger?
~ namaste 1081 ~
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