Wealth doesn't mean wealthy,
Riches don't denote richness.
Property mayn't ensure prosperity,
Finance won't imply freedom.
Provision can't provide perspective,
These are but evanescent!
Affluence accounts but won't give access,
Gifts goad but may not impart grace.
Income induces but can't instill interest,
Equity excites but doesn't extend existence.
Valuables vouch but don't add value,
These are but fleeting!
Investment incubates increase,
Money multiplies millions.
Treasure transcends treason,
Gold garners glitters.
Bond brings bliss,
These are but froth!
Savings can't give salvation,
Assets ensure not assurance.
Deposits don't deny death,
Policies won't guarantee painless.
Accounts communicate not accountability,
These are but transient!
All that is lasting,
All that makes free
All that satisfies,
All that substantiates,
All that is corrosion-free,
There is but one thing to do!
Search for them as hidden treasures,
Run after them in fearless vestures
Pursue them with ceaseless measures,
Strive in them as rousing ventures
Persevere in spite of constant pressures,
They are but the only lasting structures!
PROV 2:4 & COL 3:1-3
Here you lie among thistles and thorns
Forlorn, forsaken, forgotten?
No, never, by me,
Witness my seat by you!
You ask why I stay,
Ah, my love, how can I not?
My life is twined with you
Can I cut the thread that binds us still?
I live the present with the past in mind
Do I have a future, do I look forward?
Not at all, unless its my end
How can I, when I've lost my half, my you?
Man's life is like the grass flower,
Doesn't it bloom, die in a day?
Time, though short, seems long,
Oh, when will I go, when will I be dust?
Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt, every week. Thanks for this week’s beautiful photo prompt © Liz Young
God of all of universe,
Master of earth & sky,
Deigned to be human.
Mystery of loving care,
Born to die, born to set free!
Only Begotten of the true God,
Epitome of grace,
Walked into life
Lamb of His love,
Marked before ages, marked for time!
Sacrifice of God,
Holy & pure
Laid on the altar.
Willingly given, willingly received!
Son of man,
Meek and mild,
Humble to the core, humble to the end!
Face of God
Sought His will
Reflector of His light
Thought not of himself, thought only of us!
Righteousness of God,
Glory of His Name,
Satisfied true justice.
Ruler of His realm,
Rose out of darkness, rose to give light!
Died to give life.
Victor of death,
Glorified for now, glorified for ever!
Here I hang, dangling between hope & despair,
Indecisive & unsure, dogged & determined,
Knowing not of what is yet to come,
Knowing what it was, that it bodes no good.
Here I stand, swaying between faith & fear,
Impotent & inadequate, ineffectual & incapable,
Wishing it needn't have to be so,
Wishing I could do something more!
Here I rest, in the inbetween, rolling between feeling & fact,
Uncertain & unaware, of the outcome of it all.
So what should I do, live by faith or sight?
Ah Lord, I remember Sunday's round the corner!
*Writing this on the Saturday between Good Friday & Easter Sunday, while I am waiting to hear about my very sick sister who is undergoing tests in a hospital. Pic © Toronto International Film Festival