The Wealth of All the Worlds

Betrayal and mistrust the human coin

And counterfeit the smile on a brother’s face

Avarice the currency of note

And love the bankrupt word of our disgrace.

We launder funds to run our oiled machines

That cater to fulfil man’s heinous need

To plumb the sordid depths of his desire

And with solemn handshakes hide our mounting greed.

Now the soul’s account is in default

And overdraught by Ego to retain

Its dominance asserting all its will,

The impoverished spirit unable to attain

The wealth of God that lies within its grasp,

The gold and silver of Divine decree.

Must we continue as we have before,

Accountants and traders of iniquity

Or shall we hold in trust the sum of Truth

And we the benefactors of delight

From Heaven’s vaults that would replenish earth

If we once could touch the omnipresent light

The wealth of all the worlds would then be ours.