Who can trust come what may?
Who understands enough to find the way?
Putting labour in a bag with holes:
Idols of silver; idols of gold:
All to be thrown to the bats and the moles.
Durable riches and righteousness, for those that confess:
Blessed to be a blessing: comes with rest.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Most poetic. Well done!
I quite agree with Katie B. & no kiddin .. Neville
Beautiful !
A weaving of words that takes the thoughts to task. Well done
Can't take any of it to the grave. And the amount of trouble we go through in life for such vainglory and striving! 🕊️🙏
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