Jesus was a sacrificial lamb

it is said

but oh who created these altars of our suffering?

An innocent was born into love

but grew into hate

when we weren't looking.

The line between love & hate is thin

it is said,

I disbelieved this--

until I saw it.

But the lines blur

as we close our eyes

& dissolve

into love.

Hate is but smoke 

that drifts away

on the altars of our suffering.