Emphasis Preaching Journal
The good voice of poverty
Commentary
In my times of great energy and passionate success, I never think about death. I was born to live! I entered this world to conquer! I am a child of greatness, and the stars need do my bidding!
But now and again I see my mortality clinging to my steps like a lengthening shadow, and I am caught wondering why I am here at all. A question chiseled in stone over the grave of a child recycles in my brain: “If I am so quickly done for, what on earth was I begun for?”
But now and again I see my mortality clinging to my steps like a lengthening shadow, and I am caught wondering why I am here at all. A question chiseled in stone over the grave of a child recycles in my brain: “If I am so quickly done for, what on earth was I begun for?”
