Distraction and desire dole Pleasure to please the eye
Then we forget about our soul or that someday we’ll die
Fleet favor of fraudulent worth vexes Want’s hollow groan
For nothing can fulfill the girth reserved for God alone
Craving and curse keenly ally to tune creature complaint
Earth’s lesser gods increase the cry for more than worldly
taint
How indifferent is the sum of stuff to Heaven’s hope
Cold touch of things is not enough to help our hunger cope
God’s love too oft is overlooked; exchanged for rags and
rust
Because distraction shrouds the Book that speaks of ‘dust to
dust’
Pity the one whose only goal remains twixt sod and sky
There is no hideout for the soul and everyone will die
© Janet Martin
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