Feeding the soul with frustration

Ecclesiastes 6:7 New English Translation (NET Bible)

All man’s labor is for nothing more than to fill his stomach—
yet his appetite is never satisfied!

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Feeding the soul with frustration

 

I wake up in the morning, and uncertainty is there.

Where does it come from, as nothing appears fair?

 

I try to accomplish what I’m hungering to do.

My expectation seems faded. Always on the move 

 

Is its better to do nothing and procrastinate

as in doing much thinking, most of it gets in the way.

 

Still, I’m held responsible for the unknowing crowd.

And when it comes to judgment, there is little doubt.

 

I seem to be a failure, the one that now appears all wet.

Floating on top of the water, and that seems all of that.

 

Is this pro-activity, and is this the way it will be?

To feel used and defeated and to know it’s destroying me.

 

Morale is at the lowest in the many years I’ve been here

Talking about accomplishments to the ones living in fear.

 

I guess they feel like I do. No difference in how hard I try.

The glory does not go to God and makes me want to cry.

 

Jan Wienen

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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