Swirl

Ecclesiastes 1:6 

The wind goes toward the south,
And turns around to the north;
The wind whirls about continually,
And comes again on its circuit.

 

Swirl

 

Questions swirling in the air ... as tendencies arise.

Who knows where they originate ... answers a surprise.

 

Are we living to die right ... what did we ever do?

Are we dying to live right ...  do we have a clue?

 

The little that we understand ... where will it be when dead?

Will it go dust to dust ... or will it be filed ahead?

 

Will I know “everything” ... when departed from this body

or just that point where knowledge starts ... in the far up yonder?

 

Maybe there are no questions after all ... just underlying facts

to be uncovered when we seek ... and search for Truth on track.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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