Proverbs 14:13 New American Standard Bible (NASB)13 Even in laughter the heart may be in pain,
And the end of joy may be grief.  Daze

 

A new day, no confusion … just woke up, still in a daze.

Kind of nice, peaceful delusion ... it will change what I crave

Take my first cup of coffee. I have to get used to the taste.

Now I feel my blood stirring. My flesh is waking up in haste.

 

Here and there I feel some pain … just to remind me I am alive.

You may ask is pain and sorrow … that the part that shows me alive?

Is happiness than an illusion … that hides the effects of constant pain?

Would the earth not be a desert … if it was not for tears and rain?

 

Is there pain outside of physical? Pain that hurts so much more

that resides in the mental … and lurks behind every door.

Pain that travels in many wavelengths and crosses oceans in a blink

and triggers all emotions … and is in wisdom a vital link.

 

Without pain and deep sorrow there is no cleansing of the soul.

Life and death would have no meaning and man himself could not be whole.

Why than escape this simple blessing? Why make an idol of feeling good?

And why are there so many … who through drugs feel understood?

 

Have we taught through example and through levels of fake righteousness,

that the ways of death are built on sorrow and deep inside we know the rest?

Does it help to go to church than? Holding our nose and plugging our ears?

Blinders on to help our vision … and so to hide from human tears?

 

Is it true that in affliction … only truth can be explained?

The rest is all a contradiction ... a form of death that seems ordained.

Life was never to become a riddle ... it started in a simple call,

to walk with God in the garden … before that detrimental fall.

 

Now we stumble through the dessert with “Man of Sorrow” on our side.

Not listening to His reminders … for we know wrong from right.

It is said about a circle follow it and you will come

to the point where you started empty to wind up smelling strong.

 

We cannot get back to the garden and walk with God before the fall.

But surely as this day restarted … I can walk with Him after all.

Where He walks He gives comfort … as tribulation in full rage

screams and cries in constant pleading all the fears of the human race.

 

The only hope for these conditions is my God Who shares with us,

that His Path leads to the Garden where rest and peace will balm us.

He smiles and has no place to rest … while we slide into our beds of ease.

Born in a barn He slept outside … and we in palaces that appease.

 

I know that He feels all the pain … for outside of Him there is no Life.

When is the last time I shared His call … before I embraced ease to avoid strife.

Cemented in by my own desires ... no way out of the concrete now,

unless the Lord cracks that molding … with lots of pain, it takes somehow.

 

Now it is evening just before sleeping ... worked all day and then worked out.

What did I for Life accomplish … what is this time all about?

Now together, all alone … with myself, feels like a crowd.

Thoughts are moving very slowly … maybe I am thinking loud.

 

In a moment when I retire … and Eveline says goodnight,

I know the day was worth the living … for tomorrow is still out of sight.

 

Jan Wienen