As pearls grow ...
Psalm 127:4-5
4 Sons born during one’s youth
are like arrows in a warrior’s hand.
5 How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
They will not be put to shame when they confront enemies at the city gate.
As pearls grow
Little has happened or at least what meets the eye
What is the future of a child when we all give up on him?
And get him to a point that he does the same
What appears then in his future, it really looks dim
Once I was a child and then became a failure
I hid it very well somehow except in the night
The visits that lay within self would form illusions
That now I sometimes write on sheets of white
Life goes on or does it now? Only maybe for a few
Most slip into existence or toward too much brew
I wonder at times or all this was preplanned
By folks in our environment who have us in hand
Maybe too few in life truly encourage one another
Maybe our form of compassion glues us to where we’ll be
If in the dump they’ll meet us there but only for a while
And then to rise out of sight beyond our reach in deed
Left alone we stay as this becomes a place of comfort
At peace hiding ourselves from the one we love to be
Treating as a stranger appreciation in our dreams
As we isolate and grow in pain at someone else’s feet
There is no growth without pain, so mine helps others grow
Some have so much of it that they fill hospitals and institutions
At times it can’t be hidden and overflows into a world of hate
As the blame-game effects the next generation’s conclusions
Jan Wienen