Zealotic as I used to live,
Though given often to misgive –
I’d hang with those
Who’d turn the nose,
But long would dawdle to forgive.
Bare truth can be a hazard deep,
As from compassion it can keep.
We may be right,
But wrongly bite,
If facts unchecked are all we heap.
I hope at last to hold my zeal,
And yet to sail more even keel.
A balance shift
Could be a gift,
If to the heart it does appeal.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson
Theme art – adapted from public domain image
Still from The Dark Past, 1948