As A Man Thinketh – Poem by James Allen

As A Man Thinketh

You will be what you “will” to be;
Let failure find its false content
In that poor word, “environment”,
But spirit scorns it, and is free.

It masters time, it conquers space;
It cowes that boastful trickster, Chance,
And bids the tyrant Circumstance
To uncrown, and fill a servant’s place.
The human will, that force unseen,

The offspring of a deathless Soul,
Can hew a way to any goal,
Though walls of graite intervene.

Be not impatient in delay
But wait as one who understands;
When spirit rises and commands
Then God is ready to obey.

James Allen

In the first verse James tells us “we will be, what we will to be”. This tells me that what ever I focus on, I will become. Next he says that we find a false sense of comfort in blaming my environment for my failures. The economy is bad, things are tough all over, look where I live, I have no education, whatever your excuse if you use them you will fail. But the spirit in me shakes these excuses and is free to build the life I want to live.

The second verse tells us “The will to be” controls our future. Taking away the power from the words luck and chance. When we use this “I would like to do this, but I can not because… Because is the introduction to our circumstance. An Circumstance is our king. Our “Will” turns our surroundings/circumstance, into our servant not our king.

The third verse tells us that our soul empowers our human will. Not inanimate objects or what others do or think of us. I read about a lady in the early 1950’s decided to publish a magazine and she took it to a readership of 250.000. That in itself is a feat for a woman at that time. To make her story more amazing is she did this while she was paralyzed from the neck down. No computers or talk to text software. Where there is a will, there is a way.

The fourth verse tells us that “you will reap what you sow.” Do not get impatient. Focus you will and start to plant the seeds that will grow your goal. Just like you plant a kernel of corn in the ground and you give it a season to grow to maturity. It is the same with your goal. With goals we do not know how long the season of growth is, so be patient. If you live this poem, God will bless your seeds with a bountiful crop to harvest.

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