Turning Pain into Poetry   3 comments

I got choked up when a friend posted this John Milton poem to my page, a poem written as he was losing his eyesight.  It so perfectly reflects my own present struggle that it resonated deeply with me in a way it never had before.

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.”

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Posted July 4, 2016 by janathangrace in Poems

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3 responses to “Turning Pain into Poetry

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  1. Very powerful poem and very rich in truth. Thanks for sharing it.

  2. The context takes those words to a different level. Reminds me of the story behind Horatio Spafford’s “It is will with my soul”.
    Reminds me how often I tend to quote or share a powerful truth, void of a real, practical understanding of the pain behind the words. Thanks for opening up your soul during this season and sharing your pain. You are blessing me.

    I sat down for coffee with a young man this morning, who was hit by a bus when he was 2 years old and has limited use of his left arm and left leg, his mom and brother are in prison, yet, he has held down two jobs for the past several years and frequently talks about the goodness of the Lord. I am paid to work with him and so I try to help him with basic life skill stuff, yet he is quick to call me out if I am attempting to give him some fancy one liner or motivational speech that is not backed up by experience. In other words, he is quick to spot someone who is fake and does not understand his pain. I am thankful for guys like this in my life, that compels me to seek honesty in the inner most parts.

    • Thanks for sharing, Brett. Even God himself felt the only way he could get across his message was to actually come and suffer with us, to speak truth from a place of personal experience. I’m glad you have someone who can challenge easy answers. We all need than.

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