My Greatest Art

The greatest art that comes from me Won’t be a poem or PhD

I’m often pulled by vanity A slave to what others just might see

I see abundance of work undone Rather than playing with my son

I ache for days of solitude Neglecting God’s true bread for food

I show you just how great I am With my personal online hologram

The joy it promises by likes and loves Is fleeting pleasure, not from above

It blows away with the wind Yet there I go, I try again

Give me food that satisfies Not these transient, little lies

Oh Spirit, come and sanctify Don’t waste these longing tears I cry

The greatest art that comes from me Is all this life I give to thee