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Oh folly of man, oh arrogance of my kindred, whilst thou would not humblest thyself in the knowledge of thy God and recognize His greatness amidst the bottomless quality of thy immeasurable comparative insignificance, others accomplish His will whilst thy bosom remains empty.
Written by Steven R. Harrel 11/29/2010
Remember, our needs are met in Christ Jesus even as the Flowers of the field.
It’s just that sometimes we don’t feel or understand where God is going with our lives.
For your edification and enjoyment…
In great beauty you are spun from soil and air,
Light from distant sun and seed of formers fair;
Then with great beauty once again you are spun,
Until in your juniors your face smiles towards distant sun.
Days of pastel blues and lusterless reds could fill the inevasible blind pages to come. I see the splendor of my own antecedence, or rather the privation thereof. Once bound in a twirl of youthful folly now I marvel, can they not see?
I think they too, as I once, choose drunkenly, willfully to be ensnared by the false comfort of never‑ending youth; the pervasive: “There will be time”.
Though I have traveled many roads and stumbled on paths bleak,