Proverbs 17:10 

10 A rebuke makes a greater impression on a discerning person
than a hundred blows on a fool.

 

Now is the time

 

Now it is for certain ... no doubt about it

The canvas is pure and white with just a few blue lines

How to start a picture ... somewhere in the middle?

A stroke or two, a little word flowing from a pen

 

The time has now arrived ... to move my hand forward

Still very uncertain it arrives at a chosen point

No return possible as now the paper is searching

to absorb in purpose what it possibly was made for

 

Ink starts flowing slowly in desperation to escape the dry

A bad condition for sure when this happens to a pen

It hardens really quickly if somewhere it stops flowing

Through the tip or point if not used right then

 

Thoughts start forming or maybe are passing through

May be the flow from the heart is far beyond perception

Maybe that is why a tree at times appears a shadow

like a person lost in purpose somewhere in distraction

 

Maybe most interpretation is set for the future

Maybe impressions now are like fingerprints

Somewhere in time to only point to the guilty

who messes up the canvas in a forgotten stint

 

Jan Wienen