Lessons of Poverty
written by gloriapoole.
May 4,2008 at 4:15 am.
The lessons of poverty
are a rich and varied sort;
like a jeweler's stone, smoothing,
grinding,
reshaping
transforming;
until the person knows that HE GOD
who holds the future,
holds the stone;
the supernatural forces that,
like the awesome power of
tornadoes
and hurricanes
and tsunamis,
or the man-made potter's wheel ,
or the gentle jeweler's stone,
whirr,
and grind,
and smooth
the soul of the uncut
and unpolished diamond
that only GOD sees with
HIS INFINITE EYE.
The soul who had ragged
jagged edges;
and hidden talents,
and unrealized power,
begins to shine brightest
in dire poverty;
throwing off pretense,
and foolish pride,
trying the unthinkable,
heretofore;
taking bolder risks,
thinking, thinking, thinking,
how to survive,
what to do next?
who is trustworthy?
how to know?
who among the vast pool
of human life,
wandering about the
highways and byways,
and sitting on patios,
and eating at sidewalk cafes,
would give a care?
if a stranger lived or died?
Then suddenly,
a new day in the spirit dawns,
like the beautiful first light,
when the sun rises up,
and the lights of metal twinkle
with the early rays;
and the profound blackness
of the night,
changes to the royal blue hue
of morning,
that ethereal, surreal blue,
when you realize that an edge
of heaven,
is covering the earth,
like a blanket, wrapped
with one fold wayward,
and the stars are there,
twinkling still visible;
and the moon is fading,
into a ghost of itself,
and the day rises up,
in its full glory,
and the birds wake up,
to sing as GOD's trumpets,
to proclaim a new start
for all mankind;
another 24 hour segment
in a span of eternity,
to do much for GOD;
or waste;
to praise GOD,
or whine and complain;
to glorify GOD,
or wallow in grief and self-pity;
to think only of one's self,
or turn the mind to others;
to focus one's life,
one's mind,
one's thoughts,
on the hereafter,
the eternal life;
the waking up of one's soul,
is the end result of GOD's jeweler's stone,
applied to the rough,
hardened,
even grisly
persona,
of those those who thought they were good,
or who disdained GOD,
or who didn't even know
what they didn't know;
had no clue!
that THE GOD knew,
their names,
their suffering,
their breaking hearts,
the bottomless despair
of their souls;
and that HE also knew
the numbers of the hairs
on their heads,
and their innermost thoughts,
and their weaknesses,
and their temptations.
The grinding stone of poverty
is the jeweler's stone for GOD.
It removes all traces of self;
and keeps on whirring,
like the electrical grinder,
or the potter's wheel,
of human realms;
but with supernatural focus,
powerfully,
destroying the evil intent,
the desire for vengeance,
smashing down idols
of one's soul,
flattening the self,
causing one to pick
from the piles of debris,
what is salvedgeable,
and finally,
finally,
finally,
causing one to look up,
to heaven,
and ask GOD, "why?" ;
and "was this necessary?"
and 'what did this accomplish, LORD GOD?";
but then comes,
like the surreal,
holiness of first light,
when majestic beauty
replaces the blackness,
and the blackness of the soul
depression,
turns to the light, and the
thought that GOD has redefined,
as surely as the royal brilliant blue
of first edge of sun
rising on the horizon
drives away the night;
And then, one comprehends,
that GOD is,
and HE does what HE pleases;
and honors HIS OWN WORD,
and preserves alive those
who love HIM.
Then and only then,
when GOD sees the soul,
that HE polished,
shining like the stars,
in the beautiful blue of
first light;
then the jeweler's stone,
is put away;
and the polished,
refined,
smooth soul,
becomes GOD's treasure,
to show off from time to time,
in HIS way and in HIS time;
as an example of what HE
alone does,
when a soul cries out,
in confusion,
and chaos,
anguished,
weary of life;
then GOD,
like the good father
or the good mother,
thinks,
"how to help this beloved child of MINE?"
but not destroy the spirit,
or the fragile soul?
that houses the breath of life;
that spirit that inhabits
and separates the living from the dead;
while teaching the unforgettable
lessons of endurance,
survival,
persevering,
but most of all,
the absolute recognition
that GOD is;
that HE loves each human
HE created;
and that all circumstances,
are controlled by HIM;
that all human life lives,
or dies when HE speaks;
that the surreal beauty
of first light;
is only a glimpse of heaven;
where GOD will shine;
and there will be no blackness there,
or night,
or depression.
When the lessons of poverty,
are learned,
then GOD begins to teach,
how to prosper.
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