Poverty of Spirit

7 Sep 2000

Pitifully small lives we lead,
strung out on stress, money
and unfulfilled dreams
that lead us by the hand
to things that matter not.
Found inspiration 
in a child’s eye;
doomed to death
yet living each day
fuller than a year of mine.
Shame strikes my soul
at this paltry life I lead.
What wisdom from adversity,
what kindness from pain,
what generosity from paucity of care
have I found
and given away?
Faith but a figment 
of my fervent hope,
still not a reality.
Fight the good fight
to earn fame and fortune 
to better the lives of all,
yet it seems we have forgotten
what we fight for.
Who shall toll the bell
for our lost souls
floundering in money
while awash in poverty
of spirit?


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo