There is, in our human condition
An aversion to being content
No matter what the current situation
Or resources that have been spent
When given all of the things
We’ve stated to be our desire
We know there’s more that we could’ve had
If only we’d set the bar higher
In our race to collect some assurance
We run over those who slow down
We look far beyond our own shelves and hearts
To “out there” where blessings abound.
Along the road to collection
We also feel we must protect
The things that we have collected
And so walls and borders erect
Looking back to Eve and to Adam
When given the garden to eat
The fixated on the one thing not given
And desired to grasp for that treat
A humble confession of nature
For Lent is a time for such sorrow
When given all that we need today
We too quickly ask, “but tomorrow!?”
words from wick 