*On His Blindness*
When I consider the bulb burnt out I cannot see it
Ev'ry night is a struggle in the room with a view
And, my only talent is the nakedness I hide,
Scorning me, in it's youthfulness unseen; an
Unspent coil, a snake, to serve my Maker,
far from the Garden wall...There's no accounting
for it...
...Lest he return chilled.
Why is God a day laborer,
and all Darkness on Sunday?
I fondly ask..no light, no incandescent bulb
Is Bright!
It's okay, I'll pay the bill,
on the 'morrow.
He'd made me strong to Work
Nights.
And, if I can find my Best Clothes
In The Darkness,
I shall stand and serve forever
in a candle-lit restaurant.
~x`SinfullyAnon~11/24/08~5:29AM
3 comments:
Ohhh, what nice Milton entry!
btw... cool new header pic over here, too! =)
Neat blog, sorry I missed your following of Tomus, only just discovered, remiss of me. But you are welcome.
AV
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~Lil Bit~ This post was my Answer (at Yahoo Answers)..A kid had to write a parody of Milton's, "On Blindness," and this is what I came up with. (Wonder what his Class & Teacher will make of it!:)
~Hey! AV~Welcome. You have a pretty cool blog(s) yourself.
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