“Things” Don’t Comfort Me

My comfort’s not in things to chase

In things I must attain

The curse of “MORE” that some embrace

To me, that’s just insane

It comforts me to sit and write

To purge depression out

Where shadows lie it shines a light

And soothes without a doubt

I’m comforted by prayerful walks

The stress just melts away

Engaging God in soulful talks

My favorite way to pray

A backyard nap, a gentle breeze

Now this to me is bliss

My anxious thoughts are put at ease

At such a time as this

I don’t seek vengeance, I forgive

This also comforts me

How wonderful it is to live

With bitterness set free

My comfort’s found in different thrills

Not superficial stuff

My daughter’s hug can cure my ills

For me that’s good enough

Our happiness is not our joy

They’re separate and apart

“Happy’s” when you buy a toy

But Joy’s felt in the heart

Happy’s fleeting, quick to fold

A momentary feel

If Happy’s silver, Joy is gold

So Joy is more ideal

We filter “wants” through lustful eyes

Where coveting resides

Our discontentment is the prize

If satisfaction hides

Our purchases lose their appeal

Experiences last

Like friendships formed around a meal

Relationships are cast

A saying goes, “When people die

The winner has the most”

A written will proves that’s a lie

Our toys go, “Adios”

Your stuff’s not in eternity

That saying was a curse

Consider how we never see

A U-Haul with a hearse