Condition: Blindness

Exodus 20:6 But I lavish unfailing love for a thousand generations on those who love me and obey my commands. Blindness

 

It has been stated through the ages

that love surely is a choice

and these thoughts could fill the pages

of empty hearts and a lonely voice.

 

Love divine … all love excelling,

freely given  from above

and in freedom all fulfilling

the desperate hunger for love.

 

Love is channeled through the Spirit

if not quenched by human will

as it becomes a forgiving merit

of hope and warmth so hearts to fill.

 

It is strange that man feels empowered

to choose directions to guide his role.

No more sense than a dried up flower

not realizing … he is on parole.

 

So does man survive by instinct

or is intuition his guiding light?

Or is he in his blindness fishing

in a lake that’s long gone dry?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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