A Better World

In yesterday’s post I mentioned my best friend. She was an awesome writer. I loved reading her poetry, which she rarely shared with anyone. One poem that she wrote I even memorized, little knowing that my memory of it would be my only record of her poetry. I wish I had memorized more of them.

She wrote this poem after a summer missions trip she took to South America. In the same day she met two young men. One seemed to have nothing, as far as physical possessions go, but he was happy, content, and his life had purpose. The other man was rich … and that was it. He wasn’t at all interested in the deeper things of life. This chance meeting affected her, the contrast of these two lives. I don’t know if her poem had a title, but these are the words as well as I can remember them …

Cross the world and cover the land

Hold a thousand palaces in your hand

Men may live or die at your whim

Yet none would have a fate so grim

For if all you hold is all you own

Your life has turned to empty stone

Turn back, I pray, and you will feel

Something inside you far more real

The amber sunlight’s gentle glow

The touch of soft, clean white snow

The gentle life of a tiny child

When all around you was tender and mild

One does not have to always grow up

Let riches and greed and pride corrupt

If one man another way would take

A better world that man could make

— Trina Fire


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