Hostility

James 4:4 

Adulterers, do you not know that friendship with the world means hostility toward God?

So whoever decides to be the world’s friend makes himself God’s enemy.

 

 

Hostility        

 

Why do I think you to be strange

like you're not part of me?

You hide yourself in a picture frame

like some captured deed.     

 

You act like a fixture of the past

just a memory of devotion. 

Hung in a frame of a special cast   

made of polished smooth emotion.

 

When at times great trouble befalls

and self is rattling and shaking,

that picture then falls of the wall

as fully charged it is faking.

 

It turns despair into nagging

and irritation into hate.

Patience and calm start dragging  

as it mirrors death's open gate.

 

Now anger starts slowly boiling      

and excuses keep justice intact.

What you decide now is toiling

with common sense as a matter of fact.

 

There is no way to change direction

or slip that picture back on the wall,

until you have lost all affection

and only through pain and a fall.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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