On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

by John Milton

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One of my favourite poems—touching the human feeling of physical affliction.
its a very amazing poem ever he did
you are very great poet
As we stand and wait (to serve) by the side of our loved ones who are in need; or as we bear graciously our own sufferings and limitations....we are the steadfast servants that our Lord desires. We would all love to rush about with great purpose but as one songwriter says... to stand there takes some grace.
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