The sonnet argues that sickness isn’t always a punishment from God. It suggests that while illness can weaken the body, it’s often a natural part of life rather than a sign of divine anger or judgment for sins. The poem acknowledges that chance and circumstance can bring disease, yet faith and grace can still provide comfort and strength, even when the body suffers. Ultimately, it concludes that not every hardship comes as a rebuke from Heaven.
When sickness falls upon the flesh and bone,
It is not always sent as Heaven’s scorn,
A chastisement from God’s eternal throne,
A mark of wrath for sins we’ve idly borne.
The body bends beneath a mortal strain,
A fragile shell in nature’s vast design,
Not every ache is forged in divine pain,
Nor every fever proof of fault divine.
For chance and time may cast their shadowed net,
Through air or blood, unseen, the ill may creep,
Yet faith can hold where reason finds no debt,
In silence, grace attends the soul to keep.
So when the frame grows weak, the spirit sighs,
Not all rebuke descends from watchful skies.
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