The land of a rich man

Some haiku

Here is foolishness;
gathering goods into barns
constructed from fear.

Have you not enough
to live with grace, dignity
gratitude and love?

The foolish rich man;
these things will be swept away.
All is vanity.

We separate them,
these two words, foolish and rich;
should be joined as one.

The poor, he once said,
will be with you forever.
The rich too, I fear.

Yes, it’s a cliché:
you cannot take it with you.
Still, it is the truth.

Storing up treasures
is futile, gains you nothing;
be rich towards God.

© Ken Rookes 2016

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