Not For Sale
Painting by Jurgen Ovens 1678
No bank vaults filled with cash nor title deeds
amount to human worth, in terms of caring,
of precious ones, aware of others' needs;
money ...or the lack of it...despairing.
Can lilies spin? How splendidly they're clad.
Ever seen a bird with hypertension?
Purchase nought to ferment and go bad...
peace comes to peace-makers with no pretension.
Love's all we need to live our lives in peace,
the only thing that lingers past the vale.
Only in love's presence comes release,
currency to buy what's not for sale.
We should do what the Book says, to be candid,
own what we may, we go hence empty-handed!
Quote: Eleanor M. Wylie,
War and Peace...
a poem posted at Starlite in the past week
by a fine poet.
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