Heaven’s Imprint

Though happy when wealthy

I’m happy when poor

my happiness fluid

and flows from the core

 

The riches inside me

their bounty implied

with love as the constant

rejection denied

 

All queens in their castles

each king on his throne

their gentry in waiting

court jesters bemoan

 

True joy in the notion

not fashioned by whim

That our souls were imbued

—and sainted within

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)

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