God gives us wealth
we thank him
bowing our heads
folding our hands at our backs
out of respect
but not really,
it's just that we need them
to count the notes and coins.
we lock it in our safes
because we are afraid
He'll take it back.
We prostrate and pray
with our eyes closed
occasionally opening them
to keep watch.
Ensure he's not moving towards
us, keep him at a distance,
not trusting Him.
God gave us wealth
and the wealth gave us a God.
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It is the last two lines that tie the rest of this poem together and give it greater meaning. Very nicely said a fave
Thank you soren barret for your kind words and fave. Am glad it resonated with you
You are most welcome
Nicely written. Your poem addresses the concept of wealth as a gift from God and the anxiety that accompanies it.
Thank you for the fave and comment!
Most welcome.
Interesting point of view. Enjoyed it very much.
Glad you did. Thank you for the comment
Sounds like the man that buried his talent
Didn't know what you meant by that initially, looked into it, and totally see it now
thanks for the comment and read
Abdullah… this carries a sharp, unflinching honesty…that image of watching while praying flips everything on its head. It brings out that quiet tension where trust slips into control, and it lingers. Strong, thought-provoking piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for the comment and fave, Tristan. Always appreciate your insights
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