Silent Riches: Verses on Memory and Abundance #1458

Silent Riches: Verses on Memory and Abundance In the rich man’s hall, where feasts abound, A quiet whisper stirs, profound: "Moses knows," it softly claims, "Prosperity breeds amnesiac frames." Where tables groan under harvest's weight, And success fills the air we respirate, Do we recall the frigid bite, Or the hungry nights devoid of light? From sacred scrolls, ancient warnings read, In stone and ink, our forebears' creed: "Beware, lest in your heart pride swells, Forgetting chains where once you dwelled." Hosea’s dew, morning's gentle plea, Reminds: "Full bellies made hearts flee. Prosperity silenced our desperate calls, Prayers turned whispers against opulent walls." Pray, as Proverbs' sage once sought, For neither riches nor destitution's fraught; Just daily bread to keep pride at bay, Lest we ask, “Who is the Lord?” and stray. In abundance, may we not forget, But deepen memories of where we're set. Trials and triumphs, our spiritual threads, Woven through the fabric of the paths we've tred. Let us, in wealth, not breed the void, But evoke deeper tales of being buoyed. Remembering keeps us rooted, strong, Resistant to forgetting's siren song. In halls of prosperity, may wisdom chime, A melody true, through the annals of time. "Remember, remember," let this be our theme, In the echo of wealth, let our memories gleam. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 23, 2024)