By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The portrait of a man’s success:
Distinguished as a noble guest,
Replete in certain form, attire,
Familiar with the word “acquire.”

The hat is tipped, the common bow,
And all discern the noble brow;
The able man of wealth and pride,
Who blinds the weak and starry-eyed.

His name is known upon the street,
Yet few are those he cares to greet;
And thus, we see, the inward shell,
Is quite an empty place to dwell.

I looked and did behold, again,
A pauper midst the common men;
A heart of kindness, good and true,
Extended hand to more than few.

The providence of God had been,
Securely anchored deep within;
He gave to give … without respect,
And not a thing did he collect.

I marveled as I did compare,
The different men with different stare;
And saw the one so amply dressed,
Was not the measure of success.

The humble heart so true composed,
The works so outwardly exposed;
Reveal a certain truth of old,
Success is not attained by gold.

 This revelation stark and true,
Should cause the heart to think anew;
What is "my" measure of success,
And how do I define it best?
"Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? For riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven."
Proverbs 23:5