But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you. — Matthew 5:44
Doors shut with a bang… And chairs and plates slammed in rage, As if hurting inanimate objects was a good substitute to hurting people.
And then the noise would die down. And silence would fill the once chaotic atmosphere. And I would realize I was alone… Thank God, I was finally alone.
Just when the outside world goes back to being unshaken, The inner turmoil would again surge to an uproar… My anger soared to unlimited heights. My mind spun around and my heart raced in sheer terror.
I sat down, my elbows pressed against the table in front of me, And my forehead rested on my palms, trying to still the quake within. I closed my eyes…
Love your enemy as you love yourself.
Soon a debate with my conscience ensued. Yet she remained steadfast as she spoke more words of wisdom…
If someone throws you a stone, throw that person back with bread.
Then all my thoughts would dissipate into thin air.
Breathing…
Breathe…
Breath.
