I'm taking my mom to get her second eye cataract surgery done, which was making me think about losing one's vision, and that would in my case also make me lose my art, so today, a little Milton.
When I Consider How My Light Is Spent |
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| by John Milton | ||||
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 Lodged 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-labor, 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." | ||||
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