This Splint of a Broken Star

Who knew that the children of God
were wont to disagree on everything,
except that which their senses could perceive;
anything that was materially evident and tangible,
everything that bowed to the Almighty Dollar,
all things that brought comfort to them
and misery for others;
who knew, to say the least,
that this splint of a broken star
would become a mint star
over time and try to outshine God;
who knew that they in their oblivion
would forget their Lord’s blessings
and underestimate His Creation,
His Infinite Capabilities, His Treasures
holding Infinite multitude of such mint stars
which make his children proud in the follies;
let me be clear, this world won’t become a paradise
even with the most arrogant works of God’s children;
they will not be able to discover secrets of God,
their eyes lacking the soulful shine and sight
to behold the science of heart and mind together.
A heart without soul is like a dead fish;
you may eat it to satiate your carnal hunger,
but you cannot see it swim
creating waves
in the deeper oceans of your life soul.