Psalm 146:8 

8 The Lord opens the eyes of the blind;
The Lord raises those who are bowed down;
The Lord loves the righteous.

 

What is success and what is achievement?

Who writes down the meaning and category?

Who knows best and who chooses bereavement?

Who does the cleaning of life’s laboratory?

 

So many simple questions and no answers in man’s sight

History seldom taught us the unwilling and the blind

Deep in love with chosen darkness and hating the true Light

as mankind stumbles on true happiness to find

 

On the highway of tradition ignoring all warning signs

We travel on towards destiny on a rumbling empty tank

Celebrating the miles traveled like sin is benign

as at the end of the road we’ll invent our final prank

 

Darkness all around us ... artificial light to guide us

We see vaguely where we’re going but can’t define the landscape

All things seem well hidden except the defined roadway

and our fellow travelers with no thought or hunger to escape

 

Follow the one before me ... at times someone passes

All of us in a hurry somehow to get to a bed of ease

The flesh always impatient and constantly harasses

with an unending strong desire only itself to please

 

 Once arrived at home a quick inventory taken

All seems in order and a false peace is invited in

What about our final home that irrevocably can’t be shaken

Where someone else will inspect the content of what I’ve been?

 

Jan Wienen