Thominism

I stood before the bars of Fate And bowed my head disconsolate; So high they seemed, so fierce their frown, I thought no hand could break them down. Beyond them I could hear the songs Of valiant men who marched in throngs; And joyful women, fair and free, Looked back and waved their hands to me. I did not cry "Too late! too late!" Or strive to rise, or rail at Fate, Or pray to God. My coward heart Contented, played its foolish part. So still I sat, the tireless bee Sped o'er my head, with scorn for me, And birds who build their nest in air Beheld me, as I were not there. From twig to twig, before my face, The spiders wove their curious lace, As they a curtain fine would see Between the hindering bars and me. Then, sudden change! I heard the call Of wind and wave and waterfall; From heaven above and earth below A clear command - "ARISE AND GO!" I upward sprang in all my strength, And stretched my eager hands at length To break the bars--no bars were there; My fin...

I've been a little unstable lately. My father started working for General Motors before I was born and I started there at the age of twenty while I was still at home. Every bill I've ever paid, every dinner I've ever eaten, any car, home or purchase of any kind in my entire life has been financed by my father, or myself, working at General Motors. They pay good as everybody knows, good benefits, lots of vacation time, lots of overtime. It's been a real blessing in my life, however, even good things can become a rut. This kind of dependance draws my real dependance away from God. My wife found out today that she was the second choice out of six canidates for her "dream job", unfortunately, they only needed one person. I found myself depending on that job too, instead of God's providence. With all this going on, I've had some health problems. I don't think it's too serious, but the stress of change in a routine life doesn't help. Again, ...