Finding dewdrops
Of smiles
While counting
Grains of sugar cube...
Nitpicking
Resources at my
Disposal for
A balanced
Congregation
Seek to crusade
Against accumulated
Baggage from
Renewed definitions
Of marginal utility
Midas touch!
Living to eat; eating to live
Co-existing with irony
Chained to hands
Seldom giving
away
Measured bowls
Draws a frail attempt
To match
A spoonful
Scouting to feed
This
moment alone
Stripping off
Even a thought,
To feed the next
Left
to be seen
If it breathes...
Whew! Reading this I felt myself yearning for God to guide and fill my words as I prepared a "sermon, " asking my congregation to wait more for what should be part of the sweetness of life. I do not know if that is what you intended. I felt so much sorrow and despair at absence. I feel like that sometimes writing a poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat a strong message here!! Hoping those 'chained hands' learn to give!
ReplyDeleteThat sugar bowl has a big story inside of it..glad you teased it out..
ReplyDeletei would hope we get to a point where there are no hungry mouths and that our hearts break for those that have not & we can give ....what a tedious exercise to count grains of sugar. but if required....
ReplyDeleteThis one teeters on the edge of horror for me. Then I guess hunger is horrific indeed
ReplyDelete'Midas touch!
ReplyDeleteLiving to eat; eating to live
Co-existing with irony
Chained to hands
Seldom giving
away' ~ like this stanza.
nice one
ReplyDeleteA powerful post indeed!
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