the littleness of man

“If men would but search and understand what God had made known of
Himself and His purposes, they would obtain such a view of the glory, majesty, and power of Jehovah
that they would realise their own littleness and would be content with that which has been revealed for
themselves and their children.”―Ellen G. White, The Great Controversy

he craves his mother’s breast alone,
and when his kin is born,
he sulks, rejected and forlorn,
his universe undone.

he tramples flat his neighbour’s pride
to elevate himself,
no greater treasure on the shelf
where self and selfness ride.

he yields a grudging pinch of salt,
and bows to take applause,
caring not for the greater cause
that mercy would exalt.

he clambers for the highest seat
and siphons off the best,
having scant lenience that the rest
from life’s same pie must eat.

they lay him in his marble grave
to save him from the dust,
but carcases at even must
become the soil that gave

mortality. the littleness
of man before time’s sword
mock makes of God’s Eternal Word
for lack of righteousness.

© Copyright 2024 June 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫