Passing Through

Cherry

By forest_for_ever

Thu, 01 Sep 2016
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Passing Through

S’cuse me I’m passing through.

Past a crumbling cottage

with roses overgrown.

Someone’s dream now forgotten

For they were passing through.

 

S’cuse me I’m passing through.

Past the pots of gold heaven stacked

And wealth aplenty.

Fool!  You were just passing through.

 

S’cuse me I’m just passing through.

House-proud, duelling neighbours

 War over tiny plots of land.

Dust you’ll be, your just passing through.

 

S’cuse me, but 7.4 billion reasons

Not to fight, not to hoard,

Or fuel a bloated greed.

We’re all just passing through.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I like it, you can't take anything with you! Thoughts of the rich farmer wanting to build bigger barns. Trust and the grace of God are treasure that will last. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

Hi Rhiannon,

Yes, the parable of the farmer came into my mind when I was thinking of materialism.  I remember seeing Godspell in the West End in 1974.  It was used as an intro into one of the songs.  I always remind myself of the parable when I head that way myself.