emptiness

But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you.  Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?’ Luke 12:20 NIV  
 
is your god yourself,  
who sits proud on your high shelf?  
do you crave acclaim,  
as you worship your own name?  
 
is humility  
bitter medicine you flee,  
as the dispossessed  
crumble low at your behest?        
 
do you boast aloud,  
self-superior to the crowd,  
as you cast your bones  
to the dog man full of groans?  
 
do you build new barns  
for the surplus from your farms,        
while your iron gates  
spit upon the empty plates  
 
of the souls that bleed  
for your crumbs, on which they feed?  
what if, this dark night,  
with your castle gates locked tight,  
 
you were called to give  
stewardship of how you live?  
how would you be blessed,  
thus consumed by emptiness?  
 
© Copyright 2019 July 19  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫