The Manic Minstrel

Blind Man

Stuck in a strange season of life
– a winter of discontent,
I found myself barricaded in
with defenses up
and the blinds drawn down
wondering where
the carefree days of summer went;

Sitting, huddled by the fire,
and from the flame
Wisdom spoke to me:
“Winter has come to allow
roots to set and grow
Cultivating patience and virtue
under ice and snow
so that steadied and readied eyes
will see and know
when their harvest comes
as it should
that the Almighty is faithful
and those that were blind
will finally taste and see
…..that the Lord is good!!!”


I had this really weird idea for these sketches, but wasn’t really sure what I would do with them. The poem came about from a random discussion with my Brother about winter. For many, winter is a harsh unpleasant season. As in nature, we can go through different seasons…

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