Bowled over and bent by progress,
What aches and pains the milieu,
Is ever offered, more and more,
It awards itself a golden statue.
True, flesh chemistry is robbed,
Secondary causes like greed,
Pollution, lack of Love, leave one
Disconnected and in need.
Yet in all Its simplicity,
Proffered all around the world,
Is Happiness - at Its Root -
For the humbled and curled.
Abandon the menagerie,
That self-sufficient pride,
Let one focus on their telos,
By God is it supplied.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: February 6th, 2021 12:11
- Category: Love
- Views: 22
Comments2
Happy Super Bowl 2021!
Good write Gary.
Thank you Orchidee!
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