We Love Fancy
There’s nothing wrong in loving fancy things but where would that lead us in the end?
We love all things fancy
Houses, care, watches, dreams
We love all things fancy
And we love to enjoy gifts
But have you ever found the pleasure
In sharing them with others
Those less fortunate than yourself?
If not, why not?
Is it because you do not love another
Or has your religion taught you to abhor them?
When was the last time you shared your fancy items
With somebody less fortunate than yourself
Without expecting anything in return
And without expecting them to return the gifts ASAP ?
Have you heard about a camel
that can pass through the eye of a needle?
What did Jesus say about that?
Can you recall it?
Where lies your future?
Once it’s time to leave earth?
Or has your religion convinced you that
Once you learn to say Amen
You will automatically reach heaven?
Think about this
Peace ✌🏽
The poem feels like a quiet invitation to look at ourselves with honesty, not judgment.
There’s a tenderness in how it acknowledges our love for beautiful things without shaming that desire.
But beneath the surface, it asks a deeply human question: what is the worth of abundance if it never softens another life.
The shift toward sharing feels like a gentle nudge, reminding us that generosity is not loss but connection.
The questions about love and religion cut softly, asking whether our beliefs expand our hearts or shrink them.
The image of the camel and the needle lingers like an old truth we keep trying not to hear.
It suggests that what we hold onto too tightly may be what weighs us down the most.
The poem doesn’t preach; it simply asks us to look at the gap between what we say and what we do.
Its tone is calm, almost compassionate, as if offering us a chance to choose differently.
In the end, it leaves us with a simple, human reminder: peace grows where generosity becomes a way of living.
Hmm—this feels like you shook all the shiny things and listened for what fell out~ Fancy houses, fancy dreams, fancy everything… and then that small quiet question about sharing just stands there tapping its foot.
I like how it keeps asking and doesn’t rush to answer for us. The camel and the needle made me go oh right, that old story again, still poking us in the ribs. It feels like a gentle scolding but said with open hands. Peace at the end feels earned, not decorative~