The Sun that wakes me in the morning,
or the dark that lets me sleep at night?
The seasons that provide times for growing and harvesting,
food to eat and food to store?
The cycle of the years that moves me from infant vulnerability
to mature accountability – and back?
Shop windows, supermarket displays and the internet browser
that urge me to ‘Buy! Buy! Buy!’?
Businesses who use my money to fund their profits
yet cheat on wages and despoil the earth?
Financiers who see only the £ sign
and neither the beauty nor the poverty of the world?
Governments who make the rules they then bend,
who promise a future they won’t deliver?
Is it me – sometimes misguided, sometimes mistaken –
with the choices I can make?
Or could it be you Lord God,
if I would trust, if I would open my heart to you?