Isaiah 41:28-29 

28 For I looked, and there was no man;
I looked among them, but there was no counselor,
Who, when I asked of them, could answer a word.
29 Indeed they are all worthless;
Their works are nothing;
Their molded images are wind and confusion.

Molded

Being lost and liking it … keep on smiling brother

Lessons learned and so seen … how easily forgotten

How we were and we are … likely to smother

An attitude not foreseen for some of my ill-begotten

Now and then forming today … a state of heart molded

Somewhere in space and time prepared in fallen nature

Many had to sweat and pay for me here to be scolded

All the victims now in line their wounds and hurts to nurture

Drying times and rainy days … lots of things out of kilter

Life’s daily routine at work … I guess mother knows best

Crying time without delay and nowhere now a shelter

Like falling bottles and missing corks … who endures the test? 

Jan Wienen