Sand
Allure of wealth
wakens discontent
simmers underneath
blessings, joins
desire for power
envies glitter.
Allowed heart
access then
works distortion
speeds accumulation
jettisons fragile gifts
for empty façade.
Wreck upon sandbar
as grains stream through
fingers remembering
previous course
before fleeting pleasure
ensnared.
With longing
home-sick eyes
watch horizon
catch glimpse
of hope that endures
begin again.
Psalm 104:26, “There the ships move along, And Leviathan,
which Thou hast formed to sport in it.”
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