Luke 23: 25

“If these things are done in the Greenwood,

what will be done in the dry?”

 

Many years went by … smoke filled all the land.

Many things have happened … … and still, we feel at peace.

Is it not amazing … how we hold our own hand

to be led to familiar places in “pairs” of threes?

 

Me, myself and I … are always in debate.

Myself oft in second place … with “I” always in the lead

Drawing the attention … to fill self with pride

floating in the human race … never admitting to defeat.

 

Slowly burning green wood … glowing to the core

breaking off the ashes … as the inner softly explodes.

Drying out the part … that is asking for more

constantly slashing perception… as purity implodes.

 

Creeping hungry in the wind … bellowing out smoke

glowing in the darkness … hiding from itself.

Until it’s gone and scattered … distributed to nowhere

where it finds its origin … to start over again.

 

Jan Wienen