A Miser's Hoard Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Count not the strong men of the realm
Nor number hairs upon your head
Inquiring if there are enough
Jugs of new oil or loaves of bread

Don’t reckon yields from olive trees
Nor survey groves of sycamores
Trust that your herds are right in size
And wineskins will not cease to pour

For if your eyes are fixed on wealth
While signs from heaven are ignored
May not the blessings that you seek
Be held back like a miser’s hoard?