Some haiku
Here is foolishness;
gathering goods into
barns
constructed from
fear.
Have you not enough
to live with grace,
dignity
gratitude and love?
The foolish rich
man;
these things will be
swept away.
All is vanity.
We separate them,
these two words,
foolish and rich;
should be joined as
one.
The poor, he
once said,
will be with you
forever.
The rich too, I
fear.
Yes, it's a cliché:
you cannot take it
with you.
Still, it is the
truth.
Storing up treasures
is futile, gains you
nothing;
be rich towards God.
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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