Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Cain's Vitriol


An offering for the Lord, they said

My garden full in prime

The rains have blessed the

Gourds and vines

And all this produce MINE.

I’ve given it my best you know

And surely God will cheer

And grant His favour, laud and boast

On what Cain managed here.

My brother watches sheep all day

With little sweat or skill

And when they fatten, plump and white

He leads them to the kill.

A foolish pass-time I conclude

No industry or toil.

And will this be his offering?

It makes a bloke’s blood boil!

Yes Abel you’re a waste

I say, on some old fable’s spin.

That God will only look to blood

To cover mortal sin

To gain an audience in His courts

And sense with joy His smile.

So Brother, sit and think on sheep

As I sweat all the while.



(Hebrews 11: 4)

Submitted: Friday, May 24, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 24, 2013

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