Love: 1 Corinthians 13:7 

7 It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

 

Here and now thoughts are stalling

Inspiration seems lost somehow

Memory banks are not recalling

But little of the past right now

 

The future seems far out of touch

And this moment is dressed in a fog

Times like these I don’t like much

For emptiness really drags enough

 

The very head feels like a block

Sinus pressure in the forward skull

No sense of time on the clock

As all appears kind of dull

 

Wide awake with open eyes

Little seems real in the now

Not even as nature cries

For some more sleep anyhow

 

Is this the peace we long for?

Is this what we all need?

A blockhead behind every door

And darkness bowing at your feet

 

Jan Wienen