Our bellies are full, we think we are ok, we want material things and not spiritual. Yet we who think we are satisfied in this life with more and greater amounts of substance, all the while rejecting the Almighty God, will find an eternity of rejection. May this poem be a stern rebuke to us, yes I said us (lumping myself in), who think someone else will tell the good news of Jesus Christ's death, burial, and resurrection. May this be a great offence to us who think this world's offerings are treasures yet God's pleasures which he offers so rickly are menial, legalistic pressures to try to act the part of a Christian. Please read with openness and know that when written, this poem was all for me. If you take what is given here to be offensive, you may just find yourself needing to humbly realize that you are to whom God is trying to address as well.
Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing
Sitting, still in the same meetinghouse,
this moment alone, no preacher to drown out
my misconception of Almighty God.
It never seems to leave my wandering mind,
the talk of wonders never imaginable,
yet taken for granted by myriad neglect.
The words will stick to walls
and go no further than the follicles of hair
that stick high on cringed necks.
They leave in starvation and lack for The Living Bread
yet full and needless in mind of their longing soul.
They stoop from their safety nets and webs of distraction
to never see how longing they are for the dregs they cling to.
Where soon succulent stems of freedom comes
from a Holy Bible affront them
to their inattention, and to this the thought of legality.
Who stands to address their poverty
in such sated abandon for remorse?
Each time to them that expendable rebuke comes,
examining their deepest reason,
being so wretched as any man,
the obstruction of things so flighty makes us,
when shown how needless they are.
Through ignorance, and pride
we stand before men to seal their approbation
by the abundance we hold in store.
The Almighty implores of the lack we insist we have not
that He alone may heap upon us an abundant life
in that which others may not openly see.
The poverty stricken may lick his soars in this life,
yet stand before God in fullness,
though he who thinks this man a fool,
has already rejected this Almighty God,
and with a full belly steps into eternal torments
by proving himself the true fool.