Foul Weather
Dec 3, 2022
I watch them in the rain
sweeping past the wipers from our stationary car
inert as I am — this practice
to see my fellow man with compassion
through foul & fair weather.
Isn’t there always one who gets away?
Shall we call him Unforgiven?
He is the work, the gift
springing from a tantalising Heaven.
I have never climbed so high
to eliminate all resentment.
It is surely this one who lingers
in a desolate corner
who holds the gift
the freedom of acceptance.
Talk about forgiveness & we would
have to question this one who
assumes the qualities of God
yet somehow always fails.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
