Blind Brightness Poem by George Samuel

How dark a time,
When mans strength seems so frail,
To know of light as a virtue so dim,
Which has lost that which enhances spiral spark,
Counted accused, be it moon,
Shall blink like a dull posted at noon.

Man Trampled underneath light,
Though he stumbles into a ditch,
Yet, shall light not mean a thing,
But shall put it off for his rachet deed,
Thus his soul has lost the virtue to heed,
That which his saviour bids.

For now he shall starve him of divine brightness,
To change, create and make free from blindness,
The clouds which stands between,
And that which weep within,
What pain has done before tears could be seen,

Mark well, this awful day has been,
Till a virtue so dear was lost,
Now left to be seen is the ghost,
Wondering among the lost!
To journeyed and be joined