11-11-2018, 01:02 AM
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To the Limits of Vision
Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
of earthquakes aborning in landslips beneath us,
and (greatest of mercies) our fellow-men’s souls.
From fear of ugliness He made provision
by blinding our eyes to virus and blights;
sight stoppered by stone, too, He chose to bequeath us,
that doom might surprise us like bulldozered moles.
Most of all, we must applaud His decision
to hide our red rage at meaningless slights,
men's envy, those hellish depressions that wreath us
at holidays, funerals, when the bell tolls.
Praise our Creator, for we can envision
His reason to block His creatures' insights:
He sees our bad hearts through the falsehoods that sheath us
and spares us His pain as we fail in our roles.
OK, @billy, let's try that... Apologies for lateness of edit, I'm off the reservation at the moment. First stanza could still work as a toast, the whole as a hymn of praise in some rather cynical denomination
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To the Limits of Vision
Here's to the God-granted limits of vision
that spare us all sight of hairy dust mites,
of earthquakes aborning in landslips beneath us,
and (greatest of mercies) our fellow-men’s souls.
From fear of ugliness He made provision
by blinding our eyes to virus and blights;
sight stoppered by stone, too, He chose to bequeath us,
that doom might surprise us like bulldozered moles.
Most of all, we must applaud His decision
to hide our red rage at meaningless slights,
men's envy, those hellish depressions that wreath us
at holidays, funerals, when the bell tolls.
Praise our Creator, for we can envision
His reason to block His creatures' insights:
He sees our bad hearts through the falsehoods that sheath us
and spares us His pain as we fail in our roles.
OK, @billy, let's try that... Apologies for lateness of edit, I'm off the reservation at the moment. First stanza could still work as a toast, the whole as a hymn of praise in some rather cynical denomination
.
Non-practicing atheist