Whoever loves money never has enough; whoever loves wealth is never satisfied with their income.
This too is meaningless. Ecclesiastes 5:10
The crystals of snow
Boldly tumbled from the grey sky,
Enlightening Earth with a blanket of white
As Sun took an extended nap.
And I gazed upon this grey-white scene
With icy tears in my eyes
In remembrance of the cold of the night,
Grieving at the coldness of my heart.
My gains are meager compared to the loss of my soul,
And my regrets overwhelm me.
From the beginning I shall begin this tale,
To give one broader insight.
My childhood was laced with gold
And flooded with the nurture of present parents.
I had all my heart desired;
I was spoiled by the indulgence of love and tenderness.
I became guilty of greed,
Striving to add to my horde of materials,
Seeking the fulfillment of much,
Casting aside morals and consideration.
I sought to please my flesh
With wealth and status,
With family, with animals,
And I knew not when I first realized my life became meaningless.
I simply knew that, perhaps, I needed improvement,
For my heart was empty, without hope.
I knew not why, though.
It began with a simple request for wisdom,
That I might rule with justice and a lack of folly.
Because of this, greatly was I blessed
To the extent of gaining riches beyond comprehension.
I lost the love I contained for the Lord
And sought peace in worldly aspects,
Hope had I lost; my faith was diminished.
I saw a bright light in my search for significance.
The light of God’s glory I saw.
With shock, I realized the truth of wisdom:
Wisdom is gained through fearing the Lord.
Therefore, I concluded my search was fulfilled
Upon returning to the Lord’s grace,
And in wealth and peace finally did I rest
Until the end of my days.