Sculptor's Hand Poem by Iwan Jaconiah

in gilded halls where fortune smiles
a truth sometimes beguiles
that wealth, though grand
a heart can't mend —
nor buy a loyal friend

it builds you castles
strong and tall, with tapestries
upon the wall, but loneliness
can pierce the stone
and leave a king to rule alone

for riches whisper tales untold
of power bought and futures sold
a burden carried, though unseen
a weight upon a life serene

yet, wealth can be a sculptor's hand
to shape a world — a better land
to heal the sick, to mend the torn
a bridge for those who are forlorn

it grants the freedom to explore
new knowledge at your very door
to learn, to create, and leave a trace
a legacy that time embraces

so let your wealth be more than gold
a story waiting to unfold
a chance to paint a brighter hue
with wisdom's brush and actions true

for wealth, when used with heart and mind
can leave a treasure you can find
not in a vault — nor chest secured
but in the lives you've nurtured

Cult,2024