But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold. For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. They have no struggles;
their bodies are healthy and strong. They are free from common human burdens;
they are not plagued by human ills. Therefore pride is their necklace;
they clothe themselves with violence. From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
their evil imaginations have no limits. They scoff, and speak with malice;
with arrogance they threaten oppression. (Psalm 73:2-8 NIV)
Envy of those who have.
Yes, my eyes and heart trail along.
When I look at my poor garments
My poor endowments
My stumblings up a hill as
I view others going the other direction,
Smiling on the downward slope,
Gliding well-toned in gossamer.
No one seems to be shouting "Push!"
on their side. I seem to serve an
imaginary Giant who lives to dangle
thoe who agree to be dangled.
Yet going in a lateral direction
isn't a gravitational choice.
If I turn directions to glide,
I become subject to a tripping
game from one to another. One
can't be outshone in the rivalry
of prosperity. Those moving upwards
focus on their own push and, at
times, encourage those they pass.
Intermittently, one will give in
and slip and, inexcusably, try to
knock others off the path. One
must be alert at all times.
One must ask the question too of
"What kind of Giant do I serve?
Is the effort worthwhile? Why
do they on the other side
smile with the luxury of ease?
What kind of Master will I meet?
"When I tried to understand all this,
it troubled me deeply till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny. Surely you place them on slippery ground;
you cast them down to ruin. (Psalm 73:2-8, 16-18 NIV)