Willard FlukeMy wife lost her health,And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds.Then that woman, whom the menStyled Cleopatra, came along.And we—we married onesAll broke our vows, myself among the rest.Years passed and one by oneDeath claimed them all in some hideous formAnd I was borne along by dreamsOf God’s particular grace for me,And I began to write, write, write, reams on reamsOf the second coming of Christ.Then Christ came to me and said,“Go into the church and stand before the congregationAnd confess your sin.”But just as I stood up and began to speakI saw my little girl, who was sitting in the front seat—My little girl who was born blind!After that, all is blackness.
My wife lost her health,And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds.Then that woman, whom the menStyled Cleopatra, came along.And we—we married onesAll broke our vows, myself among the rest.Years passed and one by oneDeath claimed them all in some hideous formAnd I was borne along by dreamsOf God’s particular grace for me,And I began to write, write, write, reams on reamsOf the second coming of Christ.Then Christ came to me and said,“Go into the church and stand before the congregationAnd confess your sin.”But just as I stood up and began to speakI saw my little girl, who was sitting in the front seat—My little girl who was born blind!After that, all is blackness.