Ecclesiastes 12:12 New King James Version (NKJV)

12 And further, my son, be admonished by these. Of making many books there is no end and much study is wearisome to the flesh.

Self in the way

Words are slow in coming … myself got in the way

Thoughts about doing well for one … but for the satisfaction of my own

Beautiful thought one moment … then the flesh starts to prey

On sharing the part that goodness brings … a mental down-cyclone

Spiritual things for spiritual men … my flesh just can’t stand it

It puts a cloak of religiousness and joins the death parade

It prepares a “holy” realm and folds its hands on it

Then it draws its face in piousness in its own silly charade

In its final desperation it hangs on to an empty cup

It wails for a miracle to give oneself some hope

A part of degradation not made at all to get up

With the Creator of the Universe Who washes white as snow

Jan Wienen