Born to die

Psalm 139:13-15 13 For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15 My  frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
  Born

 

“One is born to die” it’s said ... but aren’t we born dead?

What if we come to life somehow ... somewhere along the way?

What if in our “dying“ need we escape the grave somehow?

What if life comes to the dead ... to form a living creed?

 

What if the only sensible ... is opposite of our reason?

What if in the spiritual realm ... our mind is at a loss?

What if all contemplation ... from “experts” out of season

explain the scriptures their way ... so that most of “truth” is lost?

 

What if the Lord provides ... all we need to know?

What if He passes by ... the things we really desire?

What if we’re happy ... in our chosen comfort zone?

What if we miss the boat ... as we love to be inspired?

 

What if the “if” we see ... is a sure complete illusion

And becomes a reality ... that surrounds our heart?

What if the cards we’re dealt ... will bring to conclusion

how we “played” the game of life ... as “Life” does us part?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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