Poem January 6, 1962 Issue

SURE DEFENSE

Rosemary Cobham

Another's thought is his to guard;
And if from heart embittered grown
He send a hurtful thought or word,
The onus, then, is his alone,
And soon or late he must atone.

But I as well must make amend
If, loving self, I let the hurt
Working through my unguarded friend
Rankle and fester in my heart
Till all my peace and love depart.

All-loving Father, holy Mind,
May we, Thy children, one in Thee,
Thy love in all around us find
And peace in loving, so that we
Can neither wound nor wounded be.

Rosemary Cobham

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