Material Things.

Oceans ebb and flow as do the winds that blow spinning eddys into whirls dragging the trapped through dizzying holes. Material things are just the same they come and go, fleeting ,mundane things that do not stay only obstruct the way to cause delay of better things to come. A shadow's here one minute ,gone the next same as the sun that rises and sets. Shifting sands play hide and seek the moon itself so often peeks between the clouds ,knowing all too well material things stay only for a spell. Seek that which lasts and never ends as we journey on the wings of time, attachment to material things is surely a child's pastime. Store up blessings ,instead of riches, they last forever and a day, and help you along the narrow path towards the golden gates. When you arrive on that happy day wouldn't you like to hear God say Peter.... Open up them Pearly gates my friend has come to stay?