Trouble and

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 ... and not an addiction.

That 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 to come?

Before The Word was spoken ... and death itself was doomed

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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