The Pulley
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The pulley is a means of transportation that takes from mortality to immortality, from terrestrial to celestial, it takes our spirit to our creator...
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by...
"Let us, said he, pour on him all we can"...
So, strength first made a way.
This is more like the process of how God created us, after he created us, the first thing he bestowed on us his #strength...
He is the God of process....
When a woman give birth, the child needs the strength to cry, and which is a significant that he his welcomed to this world...
Then beauty flows, then wisdom,
And honor and pleasure follows...
As soon as we began to grow, we will grow and wax in wisdom, this is the stage where our mates will tell us we are looking beautiful, the stage where we will began to posses honor....
When almost all was out,God made a stay perceiving that alone of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay...
"Literature students should understand this term better"...
This is where God shows His superiority towards man.....
He gave us all the blessings wisdom and powers that we need to rule the world but he left something behind.....
Which is what both the rich and poor are looking for...
"Rest In the bottom lay"
After everywork we always seek to rest...... But yet we don't have the rest, why? Cause h didn't bestow it upon us.....
We can only enjoy the rest when the pulley finally takes us to our creator, that's the final rest in peace, a place where we won't have to rest for a while and resume working...
Then why do God not give us this rest?
For If I should, Said he, Bestow this Jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gift, Instead of me,
And rest In nature and not the God of nature...
God never make mistake...
He knew if he should give us this #rest we would cease to worship him.....
Take for example, if we are in trouble we do remember God,
As soon as he helps us out, we would forsake him....
What if he now give us the rest we wanted? We wouldn't even know he exist....
If goodness leads him not,
Yet weariness may toss him to my breast...
This is the main reason why man will work till his death,
So we can finally get the rest we are longing for, he knows we would always be in trouble and he his very willing to accept us again and again...
Man is greedy, we can't be satisfied with what we have,
A poor man wants to become rich,
Rich become wealthy,
Wealthy become famous...
Yet, let him keep the rest
But keep them in repining restlessness...
Our rest is not in this world,
No matter what we acquire in this world, we will one day leave them and the pulley will take us back to our creator where within our rest lies...
