Money
While visiting Canada from the U.S., when I handle Canadian money it seems quite strange as if it were money from the game, Monopoly. That thought inspired today’s poem.

Monopoly Money
Money
by Harry Kottler
When you’re in another country
The money there seems just for play.
Like money used in the game, Monopoly,
You’re not sad when it goes away.
You’re not sad when you have to spend it.
You’re not sad when you go to jail.
You’re not sad that you have to tend it.
When you lose it, you do not wail.
Actually, all money is just play money.
Actually, all money is just on loan.
Actually, it is very funny
That we sometimes feel money’s all we own.
We sometimes cry over lack of money.
We sometimes cry even when it’s in hand.
We sometimes cry that we might just lose it.
We stay up nights thinking money plans.
Jesus said, “Consider the lilies of the field.
They neither toil nor spin.
If God provides for the little lilies,
Why can’t you put your faith in Him?”*
I’ve been learning to have faith in my Lord.
When I had fear about money, I would pray and pray.
I cut my fear with the Lord’s great sword
And found that fear just went away.
When I was needing to get a new job,
I’d say The Lord Is My Shepherd for an hour or two.
Just before the time I needed that new job
The Lord, in His majesty, did come through.
No one’s alone in this world of objects.
No one’s alone in this world of stuff.
God’s inside us, and, in His pocket
He has plenty; He has enough
To suit our needs and to still our worries,
To tend our hearts and to make us great,
To hear our pleas when we feel quite troubled,
To give us food on tin or golden plates.
All we need do is remember money
Is fake like money in Monopoly,
And pray and pray when we fret over money,
And pray to the Lord that He set us free
From believing in only the gross and transient,
From believing in only what eyes can see.
Miracles come to the heart that’s willing
To challenge fears and find true belief.
* The exact quote from the King James Bible is “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and to morrow is cast in the oven, shall He not much more clothe thee, ye of little faith? Therefore take no more thought saying, What shall we eat? Or, What shall we drink? Or wherewithal all shall we be clothed…”
http://harryandhelen.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/08/money.htm
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