Do not store up for
yourself
treasures on earth.
Material things will fade.
But
You better be grateful for these
fading things.
Especially because you are so
blessed
with everything that isn't supposed to
matter.

And maybe
you're alone.
And maybe
you cry yourself to sleep at night.
But
You better be thankful
because
your stomach is full and
you have a warm bed to
cry I mean sleep
in.

Why
are these
fading
things the mark of the “blessed”?
Why
aren't we allowed to be anything
but
grateful?
I mean thank God for this new outfit
but
for my birthday I would like a
friend.
And
I am so grateful for that delicious Sunday dinner
but
what I wouldn't give to find some
happiness
under the Christmas tree.

All sarcasm aside
thank God
for everything I am blessed with.
But
if material things don't matter
I am poor
starving
hopeless
deprived.
A little love,
please?
Any spare happiness for my
beggar's cup?
But
I'm not allowed to say that.
Because I am so
blessed
with these things that don't matter.
And don't I dare ask for
love
because I already have
so much nothing.

Cross my heart and hope to die,
I'd rather be
starving and loved
than
starving for love.