Ecclesiastes 9:1 

Everyone Will Die

9 So I reflected on all this, attempting to clear it all up.
I concluded that the righteous and the wise, as well as their works, are in the hand of God;
whether a person will be loved or hated— no one knows what lies ahead.

 

Memories 4

 

All memories have a purpose.

The good ones and the bad.

The good ones make you flourish

and the bad ones make you mad.

 

The bad ones won't let me go.

They  hit me over the head'

Mostly because past "falls" grow

in my conscience and make me sad.

 

Indifference claws. Priorities change,

insensitive walls around the self you build.

How is it possible that within my range

I cannot escape the embrace of guilt?

 

Will I ever come to my senses

or am I formed by my past?

Is that emptiness represented

in the things I do … which won't last?

 

Did I ever learn my lesson?

Am I still stumbling day to day?

Even to the call of Jesus I'm a hindrance

trying for a free ride every day.

 

A failure … a looser or a cheater

is to label myself very kind.

In shortcomings a willing repeater

not paying truth too much mind.

 

Where will it end this condition?

When will it stop driving me?

Will it be with my admonition

to remove the shackles in deed?

 

Will I fight the change for the better?

Is this what I want to be?

A life like a long lost letter

finally arriving at my destiny?

 

My message completely outdated?

Would it have made sense in my time?

All is not lost but integrated

in the illusion … which is fully mine.

 

Jan Wienen