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Ekemini Nelson Mar 2016
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessing standing by,
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches,which dispersed lie,
Constract into a span.

So strength first made a way;
The beauty flowed,then wisdom,honour,pleasure:
perceiving that alone of all His treasure
Rest in the bottom lay.

For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore My gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature,not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich and weary,that, at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
The pulley is written by George Herbert one of my favourites classic poet,The pulley is a recommended poem for JAMB in literature syllabus......I feel honored to share his poem on my page.

Summary
The poet makes his readers feel the psychology of God in the the creation of man.God has offerred everything to man,which he desires.But God being the supreme power keeps man unders His control by not giving him the most noteworthy thing,which is ''Rest''.

Themes
1,)The Plan and prank of God,in
the creation of man.
2,)God's role in man's trouble.
Dimitrios Sarris Mar 2017
They think power is everything and all they ask is...
Why not? Why you still deny it?
Because i choose, free will.
Life is not about control it's about choice.
We are meant to help, to love, to guide, nothing more...
Because some of us know so more than you being human.
I felt the things you felt and there's so much more you haven't.
You think you are free but you are not.
I believe in mankind but i hate what it may become, like you...
You may call yourselves gods, but all you are it's hollow bodies.
No soul, no consciousness, no beliefs...
Because you live your entire lives without the slightest notion
of meaning in this world.
What you call normality i call fallacy.
What you call stability i call a constract of your own fantasy.
Because there are some who see through that,
they see the truth...

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