Ephesians 4:17 

Live in Holiness

17 So I say this, and insist in the Lord, that you no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking.

 

Memory

 

Slipping down memory lane … going down in a basket

Not floating on a river like Aaron’s brother Moses

Who will find me here … before I’ll enter the casket.

that was used before, as no-one cleansed or hosed it?

 

Nonsense on some paper … ink spilled in emptiness

Soiling some paper … where values left a hole

With no way to escape it … not even in loneliness

Ongoing degradation in a life with too many goals

 

Forcing in constant hunger to shape any kind of form

Determined in confusion … to give appearance of fulfillment

Remembering the younger … whose strength you adored

In a life filled with futility … to be wasted in contentment

 

Drawing colorful flowers in a constant lasting circle

Around all the edges of the void in an artificial life

Building imaginary towers surrounded by grape-myrtles

With the empty pledges that were promised in your strife

 

Strangely we are all builders of a tower towards heaven

We all seem to think we can see God face to face

Every day we are building with stones made from the leaven

that bring us to the brink of the destruction of our race

 

Up and up we go in kind while Christ is quietly watching

Standing on the ground prepared to mix the cement

Amazed that we are blind as we our lives are pitching

Toward loosing every round in chosen levels of content

 

The cement is strong and keeps us from collapse

The mess we are building should really bury us

What He really longs for is to sincerely adapt

Him with our families and do so purposely

 

Always reaching out … His Hand is always ready

As He hands out cement so we can jumps into His Arms

Yes there is no doubt that His Love is steady

And is always meant to deliver us from harm

 

The higher we built … the stronger the Son-light

Blinding the eyes of selfishness from true reality

Fading away the guilt and understanding what’s right

as the more we compromise towards our “chosen” finality

 

Jan Wienen