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Mortality
I am aware that I someday will die.
Should that awareness be a thing
that stops me from delighting in
what God, in all his hesed, foresight, and
his graciousness, has placed within my hands?
Would I, in letting this perception of
my earthly finitude, my fated temporality,
deplete me of enjoyment of this life’s divinely given joys,
not be a person set upon
insulting him?
Is not the using of the fact
that I'm a being trapped in telic entropy
and fleshed within contingency,
a breath filled, clay made body that
is destined to end up returned,
resolved, to Sheoled dust
as grounds for spurning, thinking worthless, all
the bountied gifts of sustenance and sensuality
that God has been, and is, so willing and
so eager to bequeath to me – which he himself
created for my benefit and rained
his blessings on and called them good --
idolatry?
Should that awareness be a thing
that stops me from delighting in
what God, in all his hesed, foresight, and
his graciousness, has placed within my hands?
Would I, in letting this perception of
my earthly finitude, my fated temporality,
deplete me of enjoyment of this life’s divinely given joys,
not be a person set upon
insulting him?
Is not the using of the fact
that I'm a being trapped in telic entropy
and fleshed within contingency,
a breath filled, clay made body that
is destined to end up returned,
resolved, to Sheoled dust
as grounds for spurning, thinking worthless, all
the bountied gifts of sustenance and sensuality
that God has been, and is, so willing and
so eager to bequeath to me – which he himself
created for my benefit and rained
his blessings on and called them good --
idolatry?
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