Poem February 20, 1965 Issue

JOYOUS MEDITATION

Gibbs Hofmann

Let not my thoughts resolve into a cry
For human love denied in petty scorn.
And thus through selfishness myself deny
That selfless Love wherein we are reborn.

Let me not in offenders see offense,
But ponder well what beauty underlies
Hate's chilling frown; and mark the excellence
Of Love destroying evil's enterprise.

What God has made, no mortal means can mar.
If I adhere to this, I'll know no loss;
Nor ever feel a wound, nor wear a scar;
And gladly drink the cup and lift the cross.

When I consider only God-wrought things
My selfish-burdened heart then soars and sings.

Gibbs Hofmann

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