Gold

by Frank Hubeny

I don’t know what I’d do with gold
unless it’s for a wedding ring.
A garden would be more my thing
with plants whose leaves were green and bold.
Between us there’s much fruit to hold.
We offer praise and share our meals.
We watch and pray. The truth reveals
our next assignments. See the ways
this paradise fulfills our days
and how each day renews and heals.

Inspired by prompts from Ronovan Hester and Eugenia.

6 Responses to “Gold”

  1. Frank,
    I love the flow of the poem, but especially the truth of its lines, our hope resting not in gold but what God provides for each new day, even as we watch and pray.
    ~🕊Dora

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