Poem March 13, 1937 Issue

Taking Offense

LESLIE C. BELL

Cold and gray in the valley
Sullenly lies the mist,
Till the sun comes over the mountains
And turns it to amethyst;
Then it lifts and billows and lightens,
And slowly it melts away,
And the splendor of hill and valley
Stands clear in the light of day.

Wrongs and insults that hurt us
Cease when they cease to bless,
And under the sun of Spirit
They melt into nothingness;
They are touched with the colors of promise
Till they lighten and disappear,
And the voice of our loving Father
Is all that we ever hear.

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