Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Poison Tree

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles, 
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

William Blake

I guess the lesson old Blake taught us today is not to let our wrath grow and live with its consequences. A wrath is always better told than kept. The only thing that it will bring into your life is the fruit of hate growing inside of you.

Have a great day, and keep your mind sharp!

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