1 John 4:1 

Testing the Spirits

4 Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to determine

if they are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.

 

Beware ... beguiled or simply flesh

 

I cried in deep silence for my lack of compassion

Why am I indifferent and can’t feel other’s pain?

Willingness can’t replace this state of confusion

Since I seemed to be the one, who cannot attain

 

I hunger to be different and delivered from frustration

But all I find in self is a glass of smoke

Standing up to my neck in lost adoration

That now is colored black by the loss of hope

 

Now I’m slowly moving with my flesh in tow

Caring deeply about things just below the surface

Climbing to great heights into crevices below

To find self time and again without any purpose

 

Searching for the answers in a place of nothingness

There to fill myself to the brim and to the core

Replace whatever I am with glowing emptiness

That faded away somehow in time to be no more

 

Ready to teach all I meet about my new treasure

I’ll be called a prophet and a help to mankind

I’ll be in TV for all to see and measure

The deep insight I have for the out of mind

 

Tucked away in comfort of my own choosing

Calling it a blessing from the Lord on High

Always being bored with the lost and the losers

Kind of refreshing not to wonder: “Why?”

 

All I meet marvel my peaceful disposition

Trials and tribulations stay out of my way

I don’t ponder about darkness and perdition

I just count my blessing as someone else will pay

 

The world is glad to have me as I fit right in

I won’t upset their applecart at anytime

I’ll let all things be for the peace I need within

So I can possess what’s really not mine

 

On a freight train to Alaska I’ll place this heart of mine

I’ll hide it in a glacier so it will be white as snow

For all there to admire specially the deaf and the blind

As now for destiny I’m preserved, as unconcerned I’ll go

 

Jan Wienen