Right on the Money

There is a New World Order
Of Commodity and Consumption,
An Economy of Want and industrial-strength Pride.

And, there are lilies to consider.

The blueprint goes all the way back to the Garden,
Tightly coiled around a Tree.

But, no one can serve two masters,

Even if one is yourself.

The Tower of Babel has been foreclosed on!
It's a great steal -- or deal,
Depending on your Legal Tender.

Why do we bury our hearts

And wear our treasure on our sleeves?

Debts Public and Private
Forgiven us, as we --
Well, We Trust in God
To sort that out.

Another camel threads a needle.

A rich young ruler turns away.

An unseeing eye
Approves our Undertaking

And a poor penniless widow

Bears the image and inscription

Of unseen things above.