Trouble ...

Job 5:6

 

“Yet man is born unto trouble as sparks fly upward”

 

There is something natural about trouble and affliction.

Like hunger, thirst and pain ... it befalls everyone.

It is different in one perspective ... how it is handled.

There is no common answer ... after the day is done.

 

Is it a matter of character ... how we approach the solution?

Is it a matter of experience ... that leads us to the core?

In how we think and handle ... the matter to conclusion

in bitterness or gentleness ... as we have done before.

 

Did we ask to be born somewhere ... in times now unknown?

Were we a known substance ... before formed in the womb?

Were we a sure definite ... in a world of thought

before The Word was spoken ... and death itself was doomed?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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