Floating

Exo 21:14  But if a man comes presumptuously upon his neighbour, to slay him with guile; thou shalt take him from mine altar, that he may die. 

 

 

 

A grimace of frustration … surely well guarded

 

Hidden under a sensitive smile to take some for a ride

 

Impressed imagination that long ago departed

 

To accept the call of guile to walk close by our side

 

 

 

Hypocritical tendencies have now become the norm

 

Travelling on highways leading to what seems good

 

Filling all the dependencies with material form

 

Passing by all by-ways where God’s Spirit sets the mood

 

 

 

Breaking down of values … moving aside all absolutes

 

Satan seems religiously winning most of chosen battles

 

Who has now a clue in what is waiting for me and you?

 

Where should one begin in this boat without a paddle?

 

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

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