The Faith Of Abundance...
I DO NOT question this universe
about how poverty arises,
I do not have exclamations for
the system,
I LIVE here and I breathe
each molecule of air,
I am sent, and I am
situated, this place, I have
received and I have not worked
for what i am surrounded
THIS OPULENCE, this
body, this mind,
THESE ARE ALL given
I HAVE NO investment,
i am a fact, and there are theorems,
i am here,
I WATCH, I LISTEN A lot
i sleep and wake up and the table of the world is ready
the house opens its windows
and so are the doors
My feet are taking me to the river
my hands bathe me
The trees shade me
and the ripe fruits fall beside me
I have cooked rice within my reach
I have roasted chicken on my hand
ALL GOD GIVEN
I AM THE CHILD OF GOD
and I HAVE not worked at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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