This is the gorgeous quilt that my sister made as a retirement gift for our father, Mr. Claude Moss, Sr. A version of my poem is in the middle of the creation. Pictures of my family and our siblings come before and after the poem.
The Measure of a Man
Retirement is a time in a man’s life when the world dictates
We measure him by the life we think he’s led,
So we say
The true measure of a man is how tall he stands
Above his peers
How many treasures his storehouse holds
To determine his weight in riches
How many bonds and funds his accounts boast
How many possessions he’s amassed
Yet others argue his credibility
Lies in the races he’s won and the places he’s been,
Who he knows and the brands he can afford and recommend.
Be that as it may,
Truth rises like mist before us on a steamy summer day.
The true measure of a man is what he believes
How he opens to the Divine manifesting in his every day.
It lies in who he gives a helping hand
Because he knows the poor, dubbed the least of us,
are among God’s chosen too.
Yes, the true measure of a man lies in whether he leaves the world
Better than he finds it
Whether he walks up to fear and embraces those deeds
That buckle his knees.
The true measure of a man is whether he allows
His Heaven Within to guide his steps without.
When judged by a spiritual yardstick,
A man knows the world’s judgment is tolerated
But never needed
For if he has walked by faith
The greatest part of him, as unseen as breath,
Whispers, “Well Done, My Good and Faithful Servant,
And that man walks among men showered in a Grace
That springs not from this place.
© Claudia Moss 6/29/2012
This is a lovely quilt that my knee-baby sister made for a customer to commemorate the love of a mother, grandmother and great grandmother!
The quilts can be purchased at my Glenda P. Halcromb’s store, EMBROIDERY MossWear International in Stockbridge, GA.
Live a Golden Life
July 1, 2012