Ecclesiastes 1:18 

18 For in much wisdom is much grief,
And he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

 

Who … really?

 

Who calls light a day?

Who awakes my senses?

Deep in me, I cannot sleep.

My spirit can’t comprehend this.

 

Where does my spirit reside

When overtaken by emotion?

When I move for goodness sake

does my spirit give that notion?

 

Where life starts and death begins

is it close to a time past laughter?

Is it in temporal that the latter reigns

and the first before and after?

 

Who wakes the dawn with a single tear

Who grieves to see the day

Where sin and evil are exposed

and depravity seems the way?

 

To lean on man to understand

is like building a house on sand

as storms of life are passing through

there’s little left but a trembling hand.

 

Jan Wienen