I thought a little poetic reflection was in order for the weekend. May you find peace in what truly matters.

I once thought
happiness came in packages
with dollar signs attached.
Quantity mattered more
than quality, unless
a name gave you status.
I wanted more because
peace had a shelf life.
Some, new thing was always
ready to be my source of joy
and self-worth.
Love had a price,
contentment a cost.
It was exhausting.

Imagine the joy
discovered in revelation;
a knowledge of life
currency cannot capture.
Delivered from a second master,
peace saturates each day.
Consumer captivity’s weakened grip,
frees me to the divine quest,
incorruptible treasures:
relationships, memories, and
moments of love.
This is abundant life.