Sacrifice stands tall: A poem 

Those who do nothing but care for their own wants 

Live their entire life solely in selfishness’ haunts 

That in seeking and finding desires one only makes manifest 

The illusions of life not the truth, and put the soul to rest 

That in these pursuits we want our failures to gain to be brief 

Not knowing that thus we bring our souls to greater grief 

For good is in accepting that one needs not what one cannot have 

To turn out greed with dignity, and be not the material’s slave 

There’s bliss in the equanimity of dispossessing and dispassion 

In letting go rather than in purposeless and relentless amassing 

Those that bravely carry their crosses rather than seek self-gain 

Are, in fact, assuring themselves of freedom from eternal pain 

To live in love, but to stand for justice and fairness above all 

To this end, to make one’s sacrifices, lest the soul fall 

to avarice, greed and lust; because how easy it is to crawl 

In such hapless choices, when the hardest path is evil to stall 

Be it that we will to be like a mother to her brood 

That in this resemblance, we partake in what’s good 

For material success is temporary, sacrifice is immortal 

In God’s eyes, those who live with this knowledge stand tall