A Poem: If Only…

If only the rich would

If only the poor could

If only the poor had something to save

If only the rich got less than they gave

If only bread baked itself

And flew into the mouths of all

If only our bowls were filled

By a stream of manna

That never ceased to fall

If only mere matter

Under spirit’s sway did live

And every time you took from another

To that other you would give

If all the slings and arrows we endured

After bruising our self esteem

Were followed by a reminder

Of how life isn’t really all that mean

And if those big dark storm clouds

After whispering thoughts of  gloom

Brought us thoughts that were heavenly

that eased away the doom

And also brought a delirious sweetness

In the form of gentle rain

That topped off all our prayers

with a promise

of Unicorns with wagging tails

and castles in sunny Spain