Softly calling

 

Mat. 26:41

“The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”

 

Where are you hidden "my" spirit when the flesh is weak?

Where and what is reasoning if it moves away from you?

How do you face hypocrisy and how do you handle stress?

Where do you hide your feelings ... what is it that you do?

 

Questions come and questions go so where are the answers?

Answers come but never stay as all things come around.

It seems that you’re not with me when the time arrives,

to pay the price in the flesh when my ship runs into the ground.

 

When You so softly whisper and my flesh is screaming loud.

I listen to the sounds I hear as death knock on the door.

“Please be still and listen”, says the soft voice of my Lord,

but by now I’m deaf and blind ... not keeping any score.

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My family
My community

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