The Source: A Shakespearean Sonnet

The sun shines from the galaxy above,

And Lo! The stars submit to its great light. 

Displayed as endless grace just like a dove

Released in freedom to the air in flight. 

Yet in the midst of light does darkness hide,

Deceiving those we cannot find the source. 

Confusion overtakes their weary minds:

Abandoned, roaming in the misty forr'st

To guide, protect, to love through good and bad,

To help us when the way cannot be found. 

The light redeems all fears and failures had

And to His name their lives will then be bound. 

So how can we show them just how to find

The Ruler and the Savior of mankind?

Don't Kill the Messenger

I am not the first to be concerned about being the bearer of bad news.  As the blind prophet, here solely to serve "our king and benefactor" (154), I come to offer my counsel as I receive messages from above. I have never once led him astray and he has "so far steered a steady course (152).  Oh, Creon! How he must have fallen to resort to such behavior as this!  I had previously warned him as well, cautioning that he stood "on razor's edge (152), yet he proceeded to deny the divination I received, too stubborn and proud to listen to the voice of the gods! It is not me who declares these words! "..all men fall into sin.  But sinning, he is not for ever lost/hapless and helpless, who can make amends and has not set his face against repentance. Only a fool is governed by self-will" (153).  My words are only to help Creon, not offend him (153).  Why doesn't he understand this?

Creon, how I wish he considered my message.  Instead, he claimed "my divination false" (154).  He even attacked my position as prophet, and I am now inclined to believe that "all kings...seek gain unrighteously (154).  I tried to warn him again and again. Teiresias, his trusted counselor!  I had hoped it would not come revealing the tragic prophecy I had heard, but alas, he would not heed the divine guidance.  At that point it wast too late and all was lost.  Nothing could alter this.  "The gods themselves [could not] do it" (155).  Creon, our king, brought this upon himself.  There was nothing more I could do as a counselor and nothing more our leader wanted to hear.  Now the entire city and "neighboring city will be goaded to fury against [him], for upon them too the pollution falls when the dogs and vultures bring defilement of blood to their hearths and altars" (155).  This is one case where I desire to say I could be mistaken, but the gods have revealed this to me, and that is how it shall be.