Poem June 12, 1989 ISSUE

Forgiveness

Patricia P. Wilson

Oh, Absalom! Your brother'sevil deed led me to wrath,and you to hate. It couldhave ended there. Forgivenesswould have worked its balm.

During all those yearswhen you were stealing hearts,surely you knew I could havecalled a halt. But even whenyou armed yourself, and soughtto take my throne, I chargedmy people to deal gentlywith you, for my sake.

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