Please excuse my humble attempt at poetry. If you want to read good poetry, visit my friend Lance Schaubert. This is just an expression of ideas and feelings that have been running through my head the last few days.
Tomorrow, the seventh and final day of my fast, I will take a Sabbath from writing. I do plan on writing a follow-up within a few days.
Excess
Slowly stagger drunkenly
From golden arches' plenty
Venti frapiccino now
Thirty pounds overweight. How?
Clothes make the man so they say
The best deals found on Ebay
Ralph Lauren. Guess, Armani
Prada, Chanell, Versace.
All the cool kids use Apple
Macbook or status symbol
Don't drive Chevy, Lexus please
Soon increasing interest fees.
A thousand commercials speak
So you can't hear yourself think
Beyond not empty stomach
Or plastic in your wallet.
Few have stopped to learn this thing
Beauty is in suffering
Glory follows agony
Pain begets a symphony.
Homeless man, why so happy?
Without all of this plenty
No shirt no shoes no service
No place to rest. Like Jesus.
Less is more and more is less
Can we leave all this excess
And learn to love the simple
Find hope while we are able.
It's not too late.
Believers in humble circumstances ought to take pride in their high position. But the rich should take pride in their humiliation—since they will pass away like a wild flower. - James 1:9-10
Then he said to them, “Watch out! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; life does not consist in an abundance of possessions.” - Luke 12:15
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