Willard Fluke by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

My wife lost her health, / And dwindled until she weighed scarce ninety pounds.

Then that woman, whom the men / Styled Cleopatra, came along.

And we -- we married ones / All broke our vows, myself among the rest.

Years passed and one by one / Death claimed them all in some hideous form, / And I was borne along by dreams / Of God's particular grace for me, / And I began to write, write, write, reams on reams / Of the second coming of Christ.

Then Christ came to me and said, / "Go into the church and stand before the congregation / And confess your sin."

But just as I stood up and began to speak / I saw my little girl, who was sitting in the front seat --

My little girl who was born blind!

After that, all is blackness!