MINIATURE WRITING CHALLENGE #49- Wealth

Him Indoors and the son, they’re my precious wealth
They’re my reason to be here and I’m so glad
Another precious wealth for me is my health

Having my Mum and siblings I have to add
Don’t forget our house, jobs we still like and friends
Having all them, there’s no reason to be sad

We’re happy with our daily lives, no pretence
We see the world, meet people, enjoy the food
We swim and cycle to the parks at weekends

We eat sausages, drink the coffee we brewed
We try to enjoy the little things in life
Sometimes we watch films depending on our mood

With all these things, I feel like a millionaire
Counting my blessing and saying my prayer

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For: MINIATURE WRITING CHALLENGE #49 by Baheya

The Playground of Life XIX by Khalil Gibran

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One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty
And Love is worth a full century of glory
Given by the frightened weak to the strong.

From that hour comes man’s Truth; and
During that century Truth sleeps between
The restless arms of disturbing dreams.

In that hour the soul sees for herself
The Natural Law, and for that century she
Imprisons herself behind the law of man;
And she is shackled with irons of oppression.

That hour was the inspiration of the Songs
Of Solomon, an that century was the blind
Power which destroyed the temple of Baalbek.

That hour was the birth of the Sermon on the
Mount, and that century wrecked the castles of
Palmyra and the Tower of Babylon.

That hour was the Hegira of Mohammed and that
Century forgot Allah, Golgotha, and Sinai.

One hour devoted to mourning and lamenting the
Stolen equality of the weak is nobler than a
Century filled with greed and usurpation.

It is at that hour when the heart is
Purified by flaming sorrow and
Illuminated by the torch of Love.
And in that century, desires for Truth
Are buried in the bosom of the earth.
That hour is the root which must flourish.
That hour of meditation, the hour of
Prayer, and the hour of a new era of good.

And that century is a life of Nero spent
On self-investment taken solely from
Earthly substance.

This is life.
Portrayed on the stage for ages;
Recorded earthly for centuries;
Lived in strangeness for years;
Sung as a hymn for days;
Exalted but for an hour, but the
Hour is treasured by Eternity as a jewel.

For: Nurt Thurs – Our Example and WELCOME TO HEART AND MIND MONDAY @ CARROT!