Poem February 17, 1934 Issue

Forgiveness

EFFIE B. FOWLER

It seemed much easier to forgive
The ignorance of hate,
Or even vengeance' bitter shafts
That brought remorse too late;

But subtlety, hypocrisy,
Dishonesty, deceit,
Had seemed much harder to forgive—
To sift the tares from wheat.

It seemed much easier to forget
And coldly turn away,
Than lovingly to take your hand
And warmly bid you stay.

The subtlety that seemed so real
Was never part of you.
Deceit, dishonesty's no part
Of God's dear child so true.

Did I forgive? Or was it you?
Who showed Love's presence there?
Perhaps it was that both awoke
To find Christ everywhere.

Twas truly said we must forgive
If we would be forgiven,
And Love has shown how healing comes,
When with Love's art we've striven.

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