~POEM FOR THE DAY

 

 

 

THE CELESTIAL SURGEON

~By Robert Louis Stevenson~

 

If I have faltered more or less

In my great task of happiness;

If I have moved among my race

And shown no glorious morning face;

If beams from happy human eyes

Have moved me not; if morning skies,

Books, and my food, and summer rain

Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:--

Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take

And stab my spirit broad awake;

Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,

Choose thou, before that spirit die,

A piercing pain, a killing sin,

And to my dead heart run them in!

 

~ ~ ~

 

Despite the admonition in 1 John 2:15, I think this is a cute poem that expresses gratitude for simple things in an original fashion ☺.  For further discussion of this topic, see the Barnes and Matthew Henry commentaries here.

 

*Photion reblogged

 

~ ~ ~