I had drug
All my holdings
To the pinnacle of possessions
And the depths of conceded
Realizing
Long the way
It was
My ransom
Delivering me
Oftentimes our possessions end up possessing us. Like a drug addiction that has a hold on us, requiring more and more to get the same high. Many will concede that wealth, status, and power lead many to be conceited — having to put more and more people below them in order to feel the same high. This is the dark side of wealth. However, sometimes the very pinnacles and depths of our “holdings” reveal, perhaps by simple contrast, another way. Something works until, well…it doesn’t work. By letting go of our “holdings” a whole, new world frees up beyond the world of things. Exhausting a vast array of other possibilities before a transforming epiphany may be a long way. Nonetheless, if it serves as our ransom, then it may very well be worth it — a sacrifice of something lesser for something greater. May your possessions lead you to a better place…
