As I grow older, my faith in humanity slowly shrivels. Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent. It’s been that way since the beginning but we all want to believe differently. We so desperately want to think better of ourselves and our loved ones but we too can go “there” (whatever evil direction “there” may be). I’ve been hurt most often and most deeply by the one I thought loved me most (or, at least, that I loved most). And I have hurt those I claim to love. Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large. Man feeds on violence: Rome had its gladiator entertainment, there has been war and genocide throughout human history, our “civilized” society kills the innocent in the womb and produces individuals that go on shooting rampages. I’m sure a hundred years from now, if mankind survives itself, people will look back and consider us “barbaric”.
blood red tulip buds
bulbs split, leaf swords thrust upward
blossoms burst open
Mish asks us to write about “faith” in broad sense for haibun Monday at dVerse Poets.
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 04, 2018 @ 23:40:46
SAdly in all the News
DArkness attracts the
DArk most and those too
aFraid
To Tear
aWay More
From the News
to See Joy of Tears
iNstead of SAdness more..
location
location
location
For SPArrows
oF LoVE HaVE
PLenTy oF LoVE
NeVeR Be Hungry
Love Divides The
Lines oF Fear And
Hate As TruE FaitH WiTHiN..:)
Apr 05, 2018 @ 06:47:30
No fear in LOVE…that’s true!
Apr 05, 2018 @ 08:04:30
As Follows
No Fear
In
God
Is Love..:)
Apr 03, 2018 @ 14:41:47
I actually chose to believe good in most people… we just have to listen to ourselves instead of being absorbed by haters.
Apr 03, 2018 @ 15:18:47
Overcome evil with good…
Apr 03, 2018 @ 13:56:26
I love the hope in your haiku!
Apr 03, 2018 @ 08:18:25
Yes, we are all capable of evil. It is a congenital condition. Your Haiku speaks to that well. The swords emerge as does the flower
Apr 03, 2018 @ 02:23:57
I so agree with the sentiment in your haibun, Lynn: ‘Man’s heart is selfish, proud, and violent’. But there is still hope in your haiku!
Apr 02, 2018 @ 19:09:03
Your story rings true with passion and pain. It is never too late to have hope…
dwight
Apr 02, 2018 @ 16:28:10
“Our love and compassion are so limited but our capacity for anger and hatred so large.” I wonder why.
Apr 02, 2018 @ 16:17:58
I definitely agree with your last line of prose, and your haiku is fitting and vivid.