My ... Oh! why

Job 3: 11

“Why did I not die at birth?”

“Why did I not perish when I came from the womb?”

 

A question that is often asked ... by many on this globe.

Is it when depression sets in ... when great wants are disappointed?

Is it a feeling that triggers it ... or suppressed devotion?

A life not “worth the living” ... because it feels disjointed?

 

If life is considered precious ... why do we so neglect it?

If life appears on a different scale ... why do only see one facet?

Are memories of the past ... stacked according to our wishes?

Does our hunger for the present make our redemption unattractive?

 

Does redemption appears from history and is not enjoyed enough?

Is our flesh just struggling on ... and so with our spirit clash?

“Flesh is flesh”, a simple fact ... that is seldom sought

We have come a long way ...back to our deserted past.

 

Up and down we travel ... on our way to the Promised Land.

When we get to its borders ... we turn back with flesh in hand.

Will we ever get to be ... before death does us part

in the land of promise ... that Christ took deep at heart?

 

All we have to take ... is one step at the border

to arrive in the Promised Land and no need then to go farther.

But to step into that land ... we have to leave all behind

and that the flesh won’t like as it oft  comes out the smarter.

 

So here we stand one foot in air and we can’t keep our balance.

So we fall backwards in our past and think we can start over.

I hope you see that no one ... ever fell into the land of promise.

We have to be lead there by the Hand without running back for cover.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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