God Does
Poetry By Anthony James

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

Check your money,
its root defined;
how did you gather it,

Some comes from goodness,
some an evil find;
both look the same
one tender, two kinds.

Two large homes stand on a hill,
identical in frame and height;
no one can tell the other
their home is not right.

One man works in a job,
one man works in a mob;
two men,
two homes,
who would know?