Seventy-seven or seventy times seven—
now there’s a glossy quandary.
How can some clown write 77
when the others write 490?
If all I have to do is forgive my brother
(I have no sister) 77 times,
then I’ve filled my quota, for sure.
But if Jesus said 490, that’s once a week
for ten years (with a few weeks off).
Doesn’t seem human.
And why keep on forgiving? Aren’t we supposed to forget?
If I forget, I only have to forgive once.
Saves a lot of forgiving, this forgetting.
Maybe forgetting is the only way to forgive everyone
including myself. If I could only forget myself.