Mark 6:6 

6 And He was amazed because of their unbelief.

Then He went around among the villages and taught.

 

Illusion

 

Dreaming of a city that I entered long ago

Walking on streets of gold begging for pit-tens

Blind I seem smitten while walking to and fro

In search of what I’ve been told, if I ever get it

 

Duct tape is trying to keep lack of faith together

Slippery and slimy “lack” always in search of escape

At the end for sure the only thing that matters

Is that “lack” survived it all caught on heart’s own slate

 

Purpose and destiny wandering in confusion

Holding tight to one another searching for a clue

Often uprooted by most forms of delusion

Until it runs out of gas calling that the “proof”

 

Dreaming about yesterday, assigning it to tomorrow

Paying off the bills that you never made

Admiring then your self-imposed sorrow

As you paint your heart as reflection on your face

 

Embittered to the end with joy in your disposition

Putting on a show that only self believes

Always ready to attend the table of frustration

Constantly on the go to everyone’s relief

 

Jan Wienen