Captured

 

Ecclesiastes 12:7 

7 Then the dust will return to the earth as it was,

And the spirit will return to God who gave it.

 

Can the spirit be imprisoned by emotion

and in such keep one from devotion?

 

Is it in this world just normal

that the spirit is tendered lame

and that rationality starts ruling

and life becomes a game?

 

The thought of the soul that renders

its own particular choices

and then listens to itself

convinced by fleshly voices.

 

Who can set the spirit free

is there any power?

When emotion is the guard

and the key a tender flower?

 

Who would harm that flower

although to unlock the Truth?

I guess this is the way we are

for we are the “dying” proof.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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