Tippy-toe

Psalm 27:13 

13 Where would I be if I did not believe I would experience
the Lord’s favor in the land of the living?

 

Tippy toe

 

Uncertain times come to mind … day-dreams should replace them

There are moments that reality seems so out of focus

Like a field of mines we tippy-toe through mayhem

With illusions breeding vitality as we accept all hocus-pocus

 

Why do we easily believe the things we think “bring hope”?

Why do we accept the fiction as a way out of living?

Where do we retrieve the brakes for this slippery slope?

Why do we enjoy the friction within our own way of giving?

 

Maybe the winds of time will bring life’s major storms?

Maybe the rains will come for us to count our blessings?

Maybe yours and mine will towards the end form

Hope for every one and so removing all the guessing

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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