I'm told that love is stronger than hate.
But love seems to be so shy sometimes, and hate to be so bitter.
Love wants to hear stories of surviving struggle, of all winning something, of no one being hurt, of even hearing that the devil will one day be re-admitted to heaven.
Hate, on the other hand, wants punishment to be swift and constant, never relenting.
To the hateful, justice is getting your just punishment for wrongs committed. For love, justice is the meek being able to get what she or he needs to live in dignity.
Love hurts when you hurt. Hate blames you that you're hurting. You should have never done what you did in the first place.
Love works for a better day down the road for all, the good and those other folks who may also one day see the light of love. At the same time, hate dreads tomorrow which will probably be even worse than today, and it's probably all your fault.
Love sees beauty in the dandelion and the little mouse scampering across the floor. Hate looks for Round-Up and a broom.
Hate sees life where the winners take all. Love sees life where all are winners.
Who will have the last word? Probably those who hate, because those who love will be too busy trying to find some good in those who hate.