Digging one's own grave ...

Hosea 14:4 

Divine Promise to Relent from Judgment and to Restore Blessings

“I will heal their waywardness
and love them freely,
for My anger will turn away from them.

 

Constant sorrow in happiness ... Life without a goal

State of heart nor understood ... always on parole

Knitted in togetherness ... being all alone

Blistered by a frozen act ... wishing I was gone

 

Taking self by the hand ... wandering in a fog

Thinking of where I’ve been ... always being lost

Placing markers on the road ... steadily missing pavement

Carrying empty bags ... filled with deep resentment

 

Looking up sliding down ... counting stars beneath my feet

Grasping for opportunity ... in my blind defeat

Lurking from a swamp ... while sinking in the mire

and so trying to warm a cold heart ... with my own desire

 

Light will appear from below... where I keep on digging

a grave made for self ... like a sailboat without the rigging

that floats around aimlessly ... completely out of control

as I set my own direction ... to please my wayward soul

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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