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?
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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