The Blind Parson
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Sunday, 18th January 2015 @ 10:34:28 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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One blind parson of a Sunday sermon serve,
one elbow, gentle finger's felt,
“...the first step, yes, there it is....”,
“Ahh..bless you, friend, please take this”,
lips smiling past his vacant stare;
crutch-less now, a slapping sound-
the parson's hop, hop, hop of three to stop (at last).
The pulpit gained, with outstretched hand not yet began
his two working ears absorbed the gasp.
“I see”, with smile sadly wry, “your collective gasp
doth not requireth eyes. My feet, you note no longer two,
now one, and a single hand to boot!
You've that known me needn't wonder why-
I removed my foot, my hand, both eyes...
for you, (Oh blessings be!) new to God, the church and me-
these timbers and all herein obey God's word, know it's law-
no wiggle room you'll find here, oh heavens, no, none at all....
My appendages offend me they,
my eyes (while wished on God) did fleshly stray-
my hand did trespass past functions loo-ly charge,
and my foot kicked a drunken man-
my cruelty paid as now I stand.
Mark your words to Matthew 18:8-9, freely see, I've marked mine.”
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2015-01-18 10:34:28] (Date/Time posted on
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