The Prisoner and the Lark

Oh, what is life, cried out the prisoner
Is there no justice?
A virtuous man has been condemned
For no fault of his

Life is beautiful, sang the lark outside
Life is sweet and nice
Life is just a journey, young man
With its lows and highs

Ah, so you say, bemoaned the prisoner
In a despairing tone
You fly about with unfettered wings
While I suffer alone

Suffering is a passing phase, replied the bird
Do not be so forlorn
Without enduring darkness, how can we
Appreciate the morn?

You speak well, said the prisoner
But I am frail and weak
A glimpse of freedom and some happiness
Are all that I seek

Freedom is in every song that I sing
Said the lark with a melodious lilt
True happiness is around you
And in everything that God has built

Freedom is in the rays of the sun
That stream into your cell
True happiness is within you
Just break out of your shell

Fare thee well, little bird, said the prisoner
When all seemed to fall apart
Your song gave me a glimmer of hope and joy
I thank thee with all my heart

The Ballad of the Rain Bard

There once was a bard with a carefree soul
In the beautiful land of the golden bird
He thought his songs were destined for a goal
That some day they would reach out to the whole wide world

By the twist of fate there was a problem though
Each time he composed and broke into a song
The skies opened with a heavy downpour
And it would rain heavily all day long

They bound him and gagged him, flogged him and whacked him
Swearing that he was possessed
Little did they realize in their reckless whim
That he was infact blessed

The soul of the rainbard cried out to the Lord
Why did they not accept his rhyme
So one day he solemnly vowed
That he would not sing for a long long time

All of a sudden it ceased to rain
And the sun shone bright and fierce
Their prayers for showers were all in vain
And they were all led to tears

The drought in the land was acute
And there seemed to be no respite
Then in stepped the rainbard with his quill and his lute
Lo and behold, it rained all day and night

They all sang and danced with the rainbard
They all sang and danced with glee
They all sang and danced with abandon
For the glory of God was there to see

The moral of this story is
Very nice and very short
Love your brother as yourself
And you will be blessed a lot

Everyone has flaws

FATHER: Ha Ha Ha.
SON: Please forgive him, he is just a child.
FATHER: Ha Ha Ha, What is your feedback?
me(instantly): Everyone has flaws.

A while later the first thoughts that come to my mind are, "Is this the best answer you could come up with? You could have definitely answered better. At least you could have taken some more time to answer."

With time, the realization dawned on me that it is infact the best possible answer that I could have given. It is also my belief that it was not I but the THIRD ONE who spoke as me.

What I cannot fathom is why would the OMNISCIENT ask me for my feedback?