Everything is dust.

I am building a sandcastle

Decorating it beautifully

Expanding its reach

Planning ambitiously

The tide is coming

Inevitably creeping closer

I am oblivious to the danger

The sandcastle is gone

And all my ambitions with it

Save me from the love of money, Lord

Blind me to its hypnotic gaze

I am merely a steward of what you have generously given me

Master, remind me

That everything is dust.