Ecclesiastes 5:12 

12 The sleep of the laborer is pleasant—whether he eats little or much—
but the wealth of the rich will not allow him to sleep.

Lack of understanding

Sleep

Where did I escape too as my flesh was sleeping?

Where did I hide from the confusion of my pride?

Who was there to welcome my soul’s need for cleansing?

Who touched in the quiet the ruckus of my heart?

Refreshed I wake some mornings and sometimes in a haze.

It seems that at times incompleteness hangs around my neck.

Almost a state of mourning like an artificial face

that is placed over my nothingness underlined by “what the heck!”

Length of day ... Eternity ... everlasting just confined

by the lack of understanding and the cares of this world.

Little left to say ... just maturity caught in flesh’s bind

to underline underhandedly in compromise unfurled.

Jan Wienen