All Or Nothing Wastrel

Burning with quenchless thirst to be hastily 'first' While the mighty Wind relentlessly blowing Over rocky grounds, thirsty lands Verdant soils, potent seeds ceaselessly sowing, Undying riches abiding in Grand Hands While reckless spender refuses veracious growing. Rights unwise, splendor of Love is not declaring, Keenly welcoming the finery of service flaring, The purest elation born from self-forgetting - Lucid sign of the luxury of love begetting, Bravery of sacrifice and self-denial is bearing, Those magnificent garments insistently wearing. While the evil one allures with perils of ambition - The wrecker of grandeur of valor and honesty, Falsely pledging to eyes untrained, still obtusely willing Life frictionless, painless and hugely thrilling, The lavish Hand invites to Feast on wholesome erudition The banquet of unsurpassed fulfillment, glorious fruition. To take delivery Of this Light revealing Relapse into silence For love is not merely a feeling - Rapturously appealing To take in this Gloriole endearing Be still In unbendable willing All-absorbing devotion In self-serving commotion Consigning to oblivion that Famine spiritual Comes to be ruin perpetual The pernicious bane, unfathomable The food inedible Still, skies blue are convivial Omnipresent and hospitable Though often invisible The insatiable thirst To be loftily 'first' The icon of rapacity, Step by step famished By toxic audacity, Expandable vivacity, Robotized by jazzed up jobbery And unblushing robbery, Incurably erring A covering to conceal Knavishly wearing Though moving fast Is still dead last! Hardened defrauder Luridly uncaring Copyrighted 2010 Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D. 'There is nothing outside a man which by going into him can defile him; but the things which come out of a man are what defile him... For from within, out of the heart of man, come evil thoughts, fornication, theft, murder, adultery, coveting, wickedness, deceit, licentiousness, envy, slander, pride, foolishness. All these evil things come from within, and they defile a man' - Mark 7: 19,21-23.