it’s true.
i’m playing the game for
money. i’ve opted for
greed.
why in the hell
should i make more than a
garbageman?
was i any more
loved by my
mom?
fair or un
fair, capital
ism has its way with
harming our
hearts.
having too
much is a
comfortable
obssession.
some people be
lieve they’re
genuinely un
equal––
they do not un
derstand the mir
aculousness of their
blessings.
i’ve sold out for
cash, however much
i give away
(st. francis forgive
me).
i count my
wealth in fear of
corporate
betrayals or stupidities
& fated ill
health (may
Christ preserve
me).
dear God, thank
you for the house, the
heat & the sacred hot
water...
let me be
grateful, grateful,
grateful for this
rich life, as precious
as sun
light...
& for far more blessings
than i could ever ac
knowledge or imagine...
& especially
for the golden
heart i exist to
share.