Poem November 12, 1966 Issue

SELF-FORGETFULNESS

Hilda M. Dolman

"Physician, heal thyself." There is a need
In your own body, kindred, business, home.
Improve your own before you venture forth.
So argues self.

Abroad I am received,
Yet my own flesh resists the healing touch,
Claims me as Joseph's son, retains a thorn.

The time will come when there shall be no more
A pricking brier or a grieving thorn,
But Love calls now. I will not be cast down.
Although my Nazareth may thrust me out,
I'll give rejoicing to Capernaum.

Hilda M. Dolman

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