Greatness

Why, to greatness, do so many aspire;
it’s a form of chasing an elusive wind;
what is achieved being rich and retire;
when your being, really has no end?

Greatness is never what you think or do;
nor something on which you’ll depend;
greatness isn’t earned; it’s thrust upon you;
all failures and greatness, come to an end.

Many live their lives as competing gods;
applying their own special tests;
always concerned about defeating odds;
and eventually becoming the best.

Greatness is a mantle, by a very few, worn;
it isn’t a mountain, waiting to be climbed;
a destiny, or gift, bestowed when born;
a season for which all life was designed.

Greatness is judged through limitless eyes;
tho, man is lacking the perfect senses;
the truth requires that the Master apprise;
man views reality through tainted lenses.

Greatness must not become life’s goal;
such success is counterproductive;
we need to seek the growth of the soul;
life’s accolades are very seductive.

Greatness is the Master’s mountain;
only his truth ascends to its peak;
life flows from His volcanic fountain;
heaven is home for the meek.

Monty 7/22/22. # 1,218