There have been times when I have thought that cash
would rectify Life's endless wretched strife.
When brother's love and charity are trash
to pig-eyed hoardes, who suck the soul from Life,
temptation's strong to best them at their game
of making wealth a substitute for Grace,
where greedy lust for gold becomes the same
as Glory in eternity's embrace.
Yet still, at dawn today, the hills were green
and sky was blue with clouds of silver white.
My sense of self felt bright and free and clean
and rich beyond all measurement or height.
No gaudy bauble gem is yet more good
Than full in spirit feel Self-understood.