This is a paraphrasing of this rather difficult poem I wrote for an English test....
I think about how my time has been spent during half my time in this world, and that the one
talent I posess is now out of reach due to my disability(1). I want to serve with God as well as I
desire to, so that God
doesn't reproach me. "Does God require labor even though I am blind?"
I ask foolishly. Patience(2) replies, "God doesn't need anyone to do his work. However, the
people that bear the burden the most amiably serve him the best. After all, he has thousands of
willing to work for him, and they can come over land or ocean without stopping and also
serve those who are indifferent."
went blind and from then on was forced to dictate his works, including Paradise Lost
personifies Patience and he delivers a response.