Sigh

Romans 12:9 

Love must be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil, cling to what is good.

 

 

I wonder why you hesitate. Why do you hang on?

Where does the drive originate to cling to the temporal?

Why do we congregate and at times can’t go on

until we truly participate in the embrace of the eternal?

 

Where do all the engines go when there is no more gas?

What will the stomach do when there is no more food?

What does our spirit know when it seems outclassed

and shown to be the fool to be well understood?

 

Is not every breath followed by a misunderstood sigh?

Is not eye’s perception followed by moments of shadow?

Are not our eyelids a shield against bright lights

or a possible reflection of a stranger in God’s meadow?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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