Poetry For the Weekend

Joyce Rupp’s Greedy for Too Many Things

ravenous for too many things,

even spiritual growth,

greedy to grow without effort,

to have it all, to sit back and bask,

luxuriating in what was never mine

in the first place.

greedy for more time in the day

when I already have

all the time I need.

greedy for companionship

while I ignore the One Companion

always near.

greedy for, oh, so much,

while I miss the chipmunk

chewing on the sunflower seed,

the sound of soft July wind

rustling cottonwood leaves,

the color of azure sky as the sun

rinses morning out of it.

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