“You can’t take it with you”, the preacher said;

Speaking, of course, about my daily bread.

“Where are you investing time and mammon?”

“And where will your soul be in time of famine?”

I didn’t know how to answer this man,

Or what to think, what or what not to plan:

Am I supposed to have zero wealth?

The prospect is dismal (the straw man’s myself).

But setting aside my over-lazy mind,

I forgot about it, lied down to unwind.

Well, this righteous sentiment kept,

And remained with me after I had slept.

But rather than applying it at once,

I saw it working through the weeks and months.

“Step aside and let God’s Word have His sway,

For He will conquer the world anyway.”

Such a One is near the broken-hearted,

And widows and their mites are soon parted.

A sinner saved by grace. I live in Boise, Idaho, USA where I mow lawns, run a nonprofit, and write poetry.