Poetry Find

This poem is good. And although the title is a bit misleading, (it has nothing to do with worshipping the dead, as in dead people), but about worshipping things that have no life, it hits the nail on the head about our love with things.

Found it on the web.

A Poem by Larry Lyle
Worshiping the Dead

We must stop equating happiness with possessions
One has nothing to do with the other
I am in total amazement of this obsession we have with objects
Unfeeling, unloving, and incapable of returning affection
They are inanimate, cold, with no life of their own
Yet, we are all collectors,
Acquirers of the dead
Why do we forsake life for the lifeless?
There is so much alive,
So much to love, so much to touch
Love is truly in the air
So why do we invariably turn our attention to that which cannot accept
It makes no sense,
Not when the entirety of the human race is starved of love
So today, I choose to touch a heart
To give a smile
To be uplifting to my fellow man
All of which will cost me nothing
All of which will add immeasurable beauty and riches to my life
Memories that will be everlasting
For the treasures of living are many
None of which are iron, wooden or crystallized
In truth, you may take all you need
but the crime is needing more than you need
For if you do, you will face the wrong direction and all will pass you by
For life is not of acquiring, but of releasing
Not of possessing, but of personal freedoms
Not of taking all you can, but of giving all you have
And above all, life is for the living
Living each moment totally and completely, lovingly and peacefully
It is about struggling, and lessons to be learned
Horizons to reach, and mountains to climb
But it is not, and I repeat, it is not, about worshiping the dead.