New Address

Letter to the reader:

This poem reflects on the contrast between material success and the deeper search for purpose, warmth, and connection. It challenges the notion that possessions and achievements define us, urging a shift toward internal fulfillment and a life rooted in love, kindness, and true joy.

Desires, 

Priorities

high quality overturning those extra hours spent in the office. 

Materialistic

or simply that we crave a cotton with a higher thread count?

We shun autism,

and other spectrum likeness.

OCD, 

ADHD, 

whichever mixture of letters fulfills the quota. 

What of the PHD? 

Did the perception allow for the overpriced decor in the waiting room to be justified? 

Means to ends,

purpose of purchases 

Yet what if the point is simply for saturday night? 

Excess of access

but where do the numbers start? 

How many is too many and who decides on such?

Homes of warmth and comfort 

yet did we forget the power bill needs to be paid?

A home once filled with items now to be ashamed.

For biblically do we need there to be such sacrifice?

We come knees bruised,

head hung 

but is there room for the fur coat

amongst our martyr mentality? 

What of success past a piece of paper,

what of dedication past a diet?

The heart shines through,

it shows in your eyes.

The twinkle, sparkle, 

brightness, 

or disappearance of such wonder, 

turned into wickedness. 

Change your heart, 

change its wants.

For the longing, 

the craving of more, 

seek more than just a kingdom of righteousness 

but one where the path is allowing the warmth of your heart 

to glow through your exterior chest.

A path once focused on success, 

career, 

and striving for accolades.

The heart, 

the soul, 

kindness, 

joy past the height of the purchase. 

For the adrenaline rush is now found on the treadmill.

People, 

places 

and things 

should never be your focus, 

purpose or higher power.

My true love, 

my passion, 

the spring in my step past the seasons for four. 

Is the quarter over?

Winter allows for 

warm coco and laughter surrounded by fireplaces.

Summer 

melting ice in ciders, 

sunsets on ocean horizons.

The setting is simply scenery, 

not the main attraction, 

but did you not taste the chocolate, 

feel the warmth of the fireplace 

or sun on your skin?

We all can find joy, 

happiness, 

Philanthropic personalities 

and experiences past the borders. 

My home, 

my purpose, 

my very essence, 

reputation and repetition 

is held yet the location is simply that 

of a billing address.