Ignorance I like it ...

Proverbs 6:10-11 

10 A little sleep, a little slumber, A little folding of the hands to sleep—
11 So shall your poverty come on you like a prowler, And your need like an armed man.

 

Here I am, a little man ... weight one eighty one plus or so

Little-ness is in mind and heart ... and that I really know

 

If all I’ll be just a tiny flea ... a parasite of sorts

You then call me just a little pig ... who grunts and snorts

 

Opinions of others really count ... when your name is at stake

For to preserve a good reputation ... is good for Heaven’s sake

 

It is not age that makes us see ... for sight seems to become dimmer

What is it than that makes us tick ... as darkness seems much grimmer?

 

Retire, retire the battle cry ... it is time now to do nothing

But most do little when still young ... and try to call it something

 

Talk is cheap that is a lie ... for the much waste it makes

Smells up high to Heaven ... where Truth in Life partakes

 

Every word that is ever said ... is analyzed and sifted

as the waste lights up the fire of hell ... and the good lights up the Gifted

 

It seems envy, greed and hate ... are an “everlasting” supply

That keeps the fire burning ... in the lake removed from life

 

How much of my iniquity ... keeps that fire going?

How many did I pass in life ... not caring about their knowing?

 

Reminds me of a German town ... where ashes were always blowing

On the streets of daily life ... pretending they were unknowing.

 

Look at the ashes in my streets ... and in “my” church as called

This temple where the Spirit dwells ... resurrected from the Fall

 

How many do I send to camps ... where fire burns day and night?

Under the banner: “I did not know” ... is that why death seems right?

 

“Cry not for me” Jesus said ... “Cry for yourself” you guys

For at the end of your days ... you may be in for a surprise.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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