A man battered finds hope |
There once was a man who couldn't speak nor see through his useless eyes he sat in a chair woven from camel's hair from which he was unable to rise In the middle of the streets he sat all day enduring the pains of many all day he would sit as the people would spit and they dubbed him "The Freak Evgeny" He heard it all, the sarcasm and leers as bigotry smote his cheek his confidence waned from his frail and pained soul that was just too weak "Stand up, you fool, and defend yourself" said one man passing by the splash of wet he would never forget as the spit struck him near his eye "A man so worthless should not be alive" was spoken from another voice his soul was in shreds and his heart was lead to stand, he wished was his choice He craved for love, for praise and care from somebody who knew his pain he awaited the day one would approach him and say "let me take you from all of this rain" The curses still came as he sat immobile and tried to rise from his chair he never gave up trying to lift himself up as the people would judge and stare He stopped the struggle for the hundredth time as he wheezed from overexertion his eyes grew wet as he tried to forget how futile his hope for a person He felt on his face a warmth come near a hand grasping tightly his own a voice to him called out from within, "son, it's time to come home." The voice he knew, from where he knew not but it healed his beaten soul he rose to his feet as his sorrows were beat and he rejoiced in being whole "My son, you have fought a tough one indeed and for that, you will be blessed your trials were given for you to become driven and now you may go to your rest." Evgeny, still blind, put his trust in this Man and into his embrace fell where he would go, he did not know but he did know all would be well. |