Can all of life be reduced To a sign? Is it a dollar? Is it yours or is it mine? Is it a cross? The sign of death The sign of resurrection Eternal life taking its first breath Is it a man With the power of reason Filtered through perception Changing every season? Do you even know? To whom do you pray? Or do they pray to you As you make them obey? Do you crawl? Or do they crawl to you? Begging for mercy As you would do How would you describe yourself? A Machiavellian? A winner by any means Even at the cost of heaven In God we trust But stuck in the eye of the needle We extend our hand Clutching the root of all evil Unable to shed Material things Instead we cling To gold and diamond rings What is your sign? I see it in the fruit you bear I hear it in your words I see it in clothes you wear I see your assumption Of privilege for yourself As you take without asking Adding to your wealth A dollar sign Is that your answer? The cross Is it your cancer? It is written Man cannot live by bread alone Yet you insist And refuse to atone There is a sign For each of us Is it a dollar Or a cross? You decide And for you I will pray But make haste It could be your last day Do not take it literally It's only a question What is your sign? I leave you with introspection Or is the choice To live under no sign at all? Only to believe life has no meaning For we live.... and that is all