The weight of today
is like stashing money beneath weak floorboards,
hiding it day by day,
only to discover
it was never truly safe.

Unto God we pray:
“Lord, is everything okay?
There’s devils in the corners
leading Your people astray.”

And from my eyes, what a surprise,
how quickly we baptize
these little white lies.

I think of Moses
watching the Israelite spirit die,
not by famine,
not by war,
but by the slow seduction of idols.

For what?
Money and fame?

The same dollar made you holler
while strapped to a chain.

Now we beg to be free
from the very lives we praise,
building golden calves
from the currency that once purchased our names.

And if God stayed the same,
yesterday, today, forever,
then tell me:
who should be blamed?