Now, in twilight, on the palace steps <br />the king asks forgiveness of his lady. <br /> <br />He is not <br />duplicitous; he has tried to be <br />true to the moment; is there another way of being <br />true to the self? <br /> <br />The lady <br />hides her face, somewhat <br />assisted by the shadows. She weeps <br />for her past; when one has a secret life, <br /> <br />one's tears are never explained. <br /> <br />Yet gladly would the king bear <br />the grief of his lady: his <br />is the generous heart, <br />in pain as in joy. <br /> <br />Do you know <br />what forgiveness mean? it mean <br />the world has sinned, the world <br />must be pardoned --<br /><br />Louise Gluck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parable-of-faith/
