I think it funny
It's all about the money..
The enlightened age!
All their knowledge
Taught in college
Has to have its way.
Money in bags with holes; a prophetic insight:
They sow much but bring in little
Eat but when it comes to the crunch
Put on garments that never keep warm
Cry out it is never enough..
Led to disgrace; while being robbed:
Could this be what happens, when money becomes a God?
One worshipped on a global stage..
Shucked by its purchase; swallowed in vain.
Those with ears to hear,
Will blindly say :
It's never about the money, it was never to be this way...
Hands were given
Given to produce
A life of giving
In life is no rebuke
Our Father owns the cattle on a thousand mountains: in rich pastures do they feed, and all of his provisions are for those that can believe...
But will he find faith on earth?
That's not for man to say.
But in his life of freedom-
They praise him every day.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Wow a lot to unpack here. A well written and thoughtful poem involving the worship of Money replacing prayer.This one made me think
The issues of money raised and the issue of a God that provides as well. Nicely paired
Powerful and searching poem, Valiantstar! The image of wealth slipping through torn purses captures a culture that continually acquires yet remains unsatisfied. Money can serve life, but when it becomes sacred, generosity, dignity, and faith are sacrificed before it. Your movement toward open hands offers the necessary answer. Excellent write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Ironic, isn't it! When divine paradoxes connect, we see our paradoxical dilemmas in a more reflective light. Hope this leads to godly sorrow.
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