Unconscious Cleptomania
We believe that we would never steal and
Look with no mercy on any who do
But we go grabbing for anything new
Always scrolling for a great new deal and
Nevermind the child who toils at the wheel and
Endless insatiable desires pursue
We believe we own all in our purview
Yet today we live on unceded land
Can we turn from consumption? Theft? Disgrace?
That which failure to trust God evinces?
You can never get enough of those things
You didn’t really want in the first place
So pine not for objects of the senses
We have all we need – all good gifts He brings