A Take or remake on Milton’s
On His Blindness.
( But not in the form
of a sonnet.
When I consider how my life is spent
In full ignorance / connivance,
In this dark world and wide of
Negation and
sins and agnostic faith,
And that one talent ( of
creativity)
Lodged with me useless, slow
Though my Soul more inclined
To serve my Mentor,/ Maker,
I fondly, unthinkingly ask.
Does God deprive me of
His Gifts, if I don’t acknowledge
His Bounteous Grace. But to
Prevent this hasty question,
Inward alertness, agility,
Replies, ‘’ God will not bemuse you,
nor forsake you. There are
innumerable
Struggling like you voiceless
and patient.
They also serve who only chant, stand,
wait.’’
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