Idol Factory (Spoken Word)

May 2nd, 2017Sam's Poetry0 comments

My heart,

Like a factory,

churning out disparate parts,

won’t stop,

searching for comfort,

meaning,

significance,

All in an attempt to gain independence,

From God!

 

Money,

power,

fame,

maybe a promotion,

a new car,

a house,

or just a desire to keep everything the same?!

Whatever it is,

if it takes the place of God,

it’s your place of worship,

your altar,

your idol,

your golden calf.

 

You bow down to it,

consecrate it,

need it for survival,

but remember it’s once again,

nothing but an idol.