The glossy pages
proclaim paltry purchases
as life savers for my overrun soul.
I’m run over as they bellow, beckoning,
“buy me! buy me!”
I cannot partake of one more iota of input–
how can quiet paper
carry so much loud weight
and end up selling me nothing
that will fill my weary, worn and wanting soul?
This war of words promises joy and happiness
are but a wallet-full away. Enough greenbacks and I’d have a temporary ticket to here-on-earth happiness
but I’d be penniless and empty still.
There are bare bodies bearing needless gifts,
overbearing bling shimmers an iridescent faux shine.
There is no gleam, no honest light
but that in the Stable under the Star–
far, far away–heralding His coming,
harking me home. No neon needed to find the path, simply waiting and watching
for His coming in the daily, dull, down-to-earth.
“Look no further, leave the getting,
I’m the only Gift you’ll ever need.”
c. Jody L. Collins, 2015
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