did I do to make them hate me so?
Ive thought about it often all
And now theyre here, hungry and
And Ive the power to spurn them,
jail them, kill them
Do unto them as they have done to me.
But somehow Ive no wish to seek
I have two sons, and now I understand
How much a fathers favor means to
How eagerly they count each smile, each
Each word of commendation, each caress,
As if collecting evidence to prove
Whos loved the most. I see how hurt
First to resentment, then to bitter hate.
Was it my fault our father favored me?
No, but did I always have to be
So eager to accept, so arrogant?
That dream I had of bowing sheaves of
Why did I have to tell it? And that coat,
I could have thanked him, folded it away
To wear on special days, not flaunted it,
A daily insult to their jealous eyes.
But I was young. I didnt
I realize now how much my foolish pride
Inflamed their anger and their jealousy.
Now God has given us this blessed chance
To heal our wounds, be brothers once
And I forgive, for time has changed my
What they meant for evil, God has turned
M. Schultz, Rochester, Minnesota