The World goes too fast lost in butter chaos
bowing to the Syrian God of riches
Spending shekels looking for fullness
richness of life.
Mammon takes over seems to rule the world
Devil of deceit.
The golden calf empty useless it has no voice.
Creation of clay, creation of rib, listen to the still of the night.
Hear the voice of peace.
Turn your eyes to it
and stop the bitter chaos
drink from the highest cup
that of a Carpenter.
Be not a child of the world,
but drink of His passion, the passion of Christ, and know true richness of life.
Tracey L Griffith
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