04-08-2014, 07:46 AM
The Man and the Wooden God an Aesop Fable
Once a man inherited a gift
of a wooden god upon his father’s death
and as the dying mother prays for health
and as the mute singer prays for breath
this man, without a coin, he prayed for wealth.
When life is poor, faith’s not much more than grift
and prayers can’t feed a child or warm a bed.
One day, when many wasted years had passed
he took the god and smashed it to the ground
and found a stash of gold. Then, rich at last
he should have cheered with joy at what he’d found.
Instead, he sat down mournfully and said,
“I wish that I could have you back my friend
What good is gold when life is near the end?”
Once a man inherited a gift
of a wooden god upon his father’s death
and as the dying mother prays for health
and as the mute singer prays for breath
this man, without a coin, he prayed for wealth.
When life is poor, faith’s not much more than grift
and prayers can’t feed a child or warm a bed.
One day, when many wasted years had passed
he took the god and smashed it to the ground
and found a stash of gold. Then, rich at last
he should have cheered with joy at what he’d found.
Instead, he sat down mournfully and said,
“I wish that I could have you back my friend
What good is gold when life is near the end?”