The seasonal leaves
perform their annual show
of reds, oranges, and yellows.
Sights of glory unfold.
Oblivious, the young man’s eyes
stare trancelike into his iPhone,
checking email and latest stock reports.
In another venue not too far away
the sun still shines,
with a mere nip in the air.
A perfect fall day.
In the mall lot a cloud of concern
masks a woman’s face,
having just discovered her credit cards
were left at home
and only $200 in her purse.
Her day is ruined.
No shopping spree this Saturday.
Just down the road,
a homeless person reaches out,
“Please, my children are hungry.”
The businessman sidesteps
and looks with disdain.
“A useless human being,”
he mumbles to himself.
The worship of mammon
consumes the soul.
These invisible shackles bind,
Comments: All the wisdom books teach of detrimental effects of loving mammon. There was a time in this country when the dream was of a white picket fence and a happy family. For many those days have passed. The dream instead is of money and making more and more to purchase things. In a sense, buy happiness. A billion dollars is no longer enough. The required amount is infinite. (As many of you know, I am sometimes inspired to write a poem from a speech or sermon. This poem was generated from a sermon I recently heard by Rev. Charles at St. Luke's Episcopal Church in Park City.)
Welcome to the world!
What a struggle you and your mother
We trust it has made you strong
to face adversities and challenges
in the future.
Like your sister Peyton
you are already well-loved.
May joy, peace, and good health
be your partners throughout life.
May love be your eternal companion.
Comment: Our second granddaughter was born this month, 6 lbs. 15 oz. What a joy to our family!