Through the Eye of the Needle: A Tale of Two Seas #104

Through the Eye of the Needle: A Tale of Two Seas In this age of tumult, where worldly whispers rule the roost, The rich, the mighty, trumpet happiness, a hollow boast. Their words, a stark departure from times now lost to lore, When the poor, in humble wisdom, knew contentment's core. Does this shift in voices guiding, echo ancient tales? A camel threading needle's eye, as Gospel wisdom sails? The opulent, like stately ships, cut through opinion's sea, Their bold proclamations spread, unchallenged, wild and free. Yet, consider this – a sea, calm, devoid of storm and wave, Loses essence, depth, the very soul it ought to save. For true depth, spiritual insight, in life's tempests are born, Against the tranquil, surface calm, these worldly views are worn. A metaphor, a beacon, shining through the night, Reminding us that only through the storm, we reach the light. The truest understanding, the deepest spiritual gain, Emerges not in calm, but through the heart of life's own rain. -Written by Steven G. Lee (January 22, 2024)