Viewpoint

 

Standing in a well, a man of himself so highly thought,
He looked down on the level others sought.

While others struggled and some achieved,
That man, of such rigors was relieved.

To the man one day an angel did appear.
"Hark," asked he, "Why comest thou here?"

The angel never a word spoke,
But uplifting its hands, a delusion broke.

Said the man, "What wisheth thou me to see?
Can there be a position above me?"

Somewhat befuddled, the man gave an upward glance,
And lo, the vision pierced him as a lance.

Stunned with amazement and awe,
Until then, the man only the bottom saw.

 

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