Watch the smoke swirl and spread
it seems to be aloof.

Like words said in a concert hall,
left behind no proof.

Inspirations to influence,
actions to be taken.

Feelings of those I affect,
intentions can be mistaken.

All my wants and needs
as cream they start to rise.

Temporary covetness when churned
permanently solidifies.

I must beware of what I want
cause thoughts brought to fruition,

that come from my reality
will ruin my ambition.

Temporary is all I have,
my very life I include.

Permanent is hard to get,
vain possession does elude.

So I ask why even try
to gather and aquire?

Earthly things, flesh and bone
burn in Gehenna’s fire.

The only thing that’s permanent
is found not in this place.

The quest bequeathed by us all,
finding rapture in His grace.

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards