Of God and gold

Vinicius de Moraes

As gold breeds misery  Misery breeds light  That makes the stones glare  For the pauper's delight.  Light is but the pauper's gold  Stones are but rocks  That pave the way where run  God's miserable flocks.  The world has many rocks  God has many flocks  God's a shepherd, I was told  God is made of gold.