The good life

The good life                                                                                               

Like a chef in the marketplace we go through life

picking ripe delicacies for the evening meal,

proud of our efforts, care and expertise.
Luxuries, getaways, comfort, travel -

this is the best we can do -
the good life; the way of affluence.    

And when the prior evening’s feast

has turned to fetid waste,

our bellies empty and whining,

off we go again for a new day’s adventure,

the fruits of our labor spent on brief,

innocuous provisional acquisitions. 

And on the last day, with only our hunger left

in our empty hands, we shall ponder one last time

the scripture on the underside of the stone –

where neither moth nor dust doth corrupt.

O child of God, inquire of the Father –

what treasures endure beyond the abiding grave?