20150715 (intention)

Don’t place your treasure in cast plaques

Celebrating your famous life from before 

Or even after your death nor foundations

Who promise to see your work fulfilled

In the world as long as contributions keep up 

The market swells and no charismatic

Comes along to shove you aside

Better to keep oneself free of celebrity status

Poison of simplicity purity

Pray in secret except when you’ve 

Been asked to lead then lead

With the boldness of the boldest prophets

Ask for every good 

Remember the scene in the Three Amigos 

Where the pseudo-banditos

Describe the good they’ll accomplish

With the zillions they’ll steal

When they realize in addition to 

Their own personal wealth they really

Ought to do something about poverty

Sickness and death in the world until 

In their quest to cover all bases

They have nothing left for themselves

Well God’s not like that 

You want to pray your mother gets better 

Cancer’s wiped from the face of the earth 

Nobody dies in tsunamis war terror or such

Prisoners freed none go hungry go ahead

Cynics snidely retort they’re only wishes 

Who’s so mean to keep you from 

Wanting every good thing

If the overly cautious religious chide 

Keep it simple prideful beginner

As if it were wrong to ask for it all

Emburden the Divine who has more to do

Than honor your whimsies

When we professionals have pleaded

For centuries gotten practically butkus

Instead pray for acceptance humility

Growth of devotion not bad in themselves

Still I remember reading of radical promise

Whatever you ask in my name What father who 

When his son asks for bread

Will give him a scorpion

Don’t even worry about what you will eat

What you will wear certainly he knows

All that you need and will give them to you

Get things in the right order

If you seek anything at all 

Seek first to do the will of my Father

Sounds so simple but there’s no app for that

To spit out today’s list of good things to do

With check-off boxes to keep track

It takes analysis it takes heart to dive 

Headlong into complex suffering 

Generational angers limited resources 

Confused expectations 

Eternal Fire refine the dross 

From my intention to do your will

c. J.S.Manista, 2015