The sermon on the mount, so called
tells me that I should be content,
satisfied with all the blessings
that God has freely strewn
upon my privileged path.
So I am. And I am grateful.
My worries for tomorrow
are slight; I seldom dwell upon them.
I have clothes in my wardrobe,
food in my larder,
and money in my term deposits;
not huge, but enough.
I try to live generously;
sometimes I succeed.
But still I am angry,
for I know that there are some lilies
in God’s fields who are not arrayed
like Solomon in all his glory,
and that, unlike the birds of the air,
the barns of some are profoundly
and painfully empty
whilst others install locks
and pay for extra security measures
lest a few grains of their abundance
should somehow be lost, or shared.
And there are people for whom
the stores of fear never fail
who still set sail on wooden boats,
whilst grey steel ships
decked in colourful flags
as sent out to patrol anxious coasts
fearful for tomorrow.
© 2011 Ken Rookes
Thought I'd do a new one!
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