How many...

Ecclesiastes 3:17 

17 I said in my heart,

“God shall judge the righteous and the wicked,
For there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.”

 

 

Days pass in a hurry ... not even have time to expand memory

Cares of this world took over in call of obligation

Is this the biggest part of life to be carved in history

that most of the time is infested by the world’s mutilation?

 

How many hours are lost in habits called: “Routine”?

How many days disappear without imprints to be near?

How many tears dried by no one to be seen?

How many cries where lost for no one cared to hear?

 

How many lives got snuffed without a trace of living?

How many passed through time and never were caught giving?

How many embraced the dark thinking they were seeing?

How many wandered from truth blaming other human beings?

 

How many drowned in self and ignored the Hand of God?

How many will blame Him for they don’t care a lot?

How many will stack excuses up to the nearest clouds?

How many will then say that they’ll know what it’s about?

 

How many show their children the only way to live?

How many will follow the path of the example that they give?

How many touch the lives of all around for the better?

How many give a helping hand to dig the graves of the latter?

 

How many in the last days will look for peace to overcome fear?

How many will hear God say: “Well done my child. Come here”?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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