Poem April 1, 1967 Issue

THE TWO GARMENTS

Florence Fraser Ludgate

The costly garment of self-pity,
Intricately wrought, closely woven,
Will not stretch or yield to any need.
It is hard and comfortless,
Of no value.
Cast it off with distaste,
Discard it with finality.

Begin now the simple weaving
Of the warm and pliable
Garment of selfless love,
Generous, adaptable,
Durable in all weathers.
Put it on with humility;
Wear it with gladness.

Florence Fraser Ludgate

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