And he said to them, ‘Take care! Be on your guard against all kinds of greed; for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of possessions.’ (Luke 12.15)

Piled High

The heart that yearns for things beyond
Its grasp, is like a hungry hound,
That pants for what it is so fond,
Then chomps and heaps it on the mound.

There is a mound within each heart:
A mess amassed by its desire;
A horde that’s held high and apart –
Possessions piled like a pyre.

The yearning heart is all-consumed:
Impaired and blind to truth and love;
Ignoring all, it has assumed
The void’s filled by a treasure trove.

Disordered by the things possessed,
Bound by the habits that took hold,
Like cancerous sins unconfessed —
This diseased heart’s corrupt and cold.

Lord, take possession of my pyre –
May truth and love enkindle fire.

(c) Paul Buis, 2015