Treasure

Matthew 6:19-2019 “Don’t store up treasures here on earth, where moths eat them and rust destroys them, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 Store your treasures in heaven, where moths and rust cannot destroy, and thieves do not break in and steal.

 

 

Treasures you can see ... how do they stack up?

 

In vaults, in banks, in board rooms ... guarded by selfish will

It removes faith out of the heart and fill it with self-reliance?

The power of wealth and what it buys will direct until

the grave swallows up all the breath ... and thoughts in defiance.

 

A faithless man is like a cripple ... stumbling through existence.

The faithless home he builds ... is founded on the sand

As faithless children he begets ... made in his own image

and faceless is his destiny ... burned in his hand.

 

How many of these gather ... with me every Sunday morning?

How many sing songs of peace ... from a life-less heart?

How many is an answer ... in me a forlorn question

of  many “me’s” and “you’s” ... who came along thus far?

 

Is it you that is my concern ... are you all the issue

or is it me where it all starts  ... this contaminated tissue?

But it is easier if it is you ... for I can work to change

for with me I know so well ... there is no desire in range.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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