Crystal and silver-

One hundred acres to build a home.

We are bound by a mineral and the materials- we are taught impress.

Mansions spilling over with gluttony and loneliness.

Preoccupied,

And our focus on superficial “needs.”

Forsaking fresh waters,

Air,

The smallest, and the tallest of trees.

All things within an arm’s reach.

While, I long for calming security…

And I pray to God I find

Not a heaven so great as his.

But, a heaven just great enough to be mine.

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