He prayed to Christ; <br />he prayed to Krishna; <br />he even wished upon a star. <br /> <br />He said a novena; <br />he chanted esoteric mantras; <br />he bought a rabbit’s foot. <br /> <br />He journeyed to Mecca; <br />he knelt at the Wailing Wall; <br />he crossed his fingers and hoped to die. <br /> <br />He studied Kabbala; <br />he pored over astrological tables; <br />he paid the palm reader generously. <br /> <br />After years of supplications; <br />litanies, liturgies, and libations; <br />after sacrifices and renunciation <br /> <br />of his sins and shortcomings, <br />he at last became a wealthy man <br />at 98 years old and died <br />with his fingers still crossed.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wealth-of-piety/
