Springtime

Peter 1:18 New Living Translation (NLT)

18 For you know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors.

 And it was not paid with mere gold or silver, which lose their value.

 

 

Springtime in the air ... winter in the heart

Will summer bring an end and the Fall will be bypassed?

Nothing here seems fair as integrity departs

How can one offend in life without a past?

 

Where should I begin if I don’t want to change?

Why take the first step if I only can go backward?

Is it not loose or win that is within my range?

Or just the same old crap appearing like wards

 

The streets are lined with faces ... most white and hollow

Everyone I touched somehow in the pathway of my choosing

Mostly all lost cases from whom I substance borrowed

to build my golden cow that now I am afraid of losing

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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