Man hates the day when his mirror is shattered into fragments,
And his visage becomes distorted.
Man hates the day when his iron is no longer sharp,
And his labor is performed in vain.
Man hates the day when his finances no longer accommodate him,
And he has to surrender his pride.
Man hates the day when his plate and drink no longer satisfy him,
And he is harassed by the innate desires of his well-being.
Man hates the day when his health surrenders to time,
And his days are numbered.
Man hates the day when the weather is polluted with wrath,
And the waves cease to carry his vessel ashore.
However…
Man ceases to remember is that there is another Man,
Someone residing on the floor superior to his own.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Has taken into account every stray crystalline shard.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Knows the worth of the fruits of man’s labor.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Is the One from which the extents of provision succumb or pursue.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Is the One from which blessings flow.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Is the bona-fide author and finisher of creation’s existence.
Man ceases to remember that this Man
Is the One into Whose harbors the vessels of the righteous are docked.
Thus…
Man’s identity will never reside in his vocation.
Man’s identity will never reside in his self-anointed assessment of self-worth.
Man’s identity will forever reside on the pretenses between him and God.
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Photo Credit: Paige Heaney
