Hoard What

Hoard, if you have to for sake of lure
hoard love, friendship, compassion, patriotism, emotions true and pure   
it may help your Soul to rise from grave and embrace HIM for sure

Stocking gold, silver, money, bonds - only bodily comforts, Soul's food nowhere     
Materialism is life's gym cycle, moving but not taking anywhere 

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By Hitendra Mehta
July 2011

For Members Contest - A verse any Theme/Form by Brian Strand
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July 6, 2011 at 1:42 PM
Love the way you encourage us to hoarde the spiritual things -- soul food -- as you say,Hitendra. Materialism is making is act like misers without hearts. Great entry for Brian's contest! Love, Carolyn
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July 6, 2011 at 7:09 AM
I am enjoying reading the very diverse poetry here this morning in my Soupland. Words pouring onto paper from poets souls. What a joy to be able to sit and read such wonderful poetry for awhile today. Have a very good day Hitendra. Love, Carol
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