Walls and judgment

Ecclesiastes 3:17 New English Translation (NET Bible)

17 I thought to myself, “God will judge both the righteous and the wicked;
for there is an appropriate time for every activity,
and there is a time of judgment for every deed.

 

 

 

Judgment

Dream on the night is fleeting and moving at the speed of thought.

It won’t be long before the trumpets announce finality of an era is gone.

Walls of our constant beating in the investments we so often sought

As all the beds of ease so woven are destined to be all, at last, forgone.

 

Power descending from up high from far beyond our comprehension

As to slippery uncertain ropes, most everyone will try to hang on.

In the constant wonder “why?” And waist-deep in past pretension

Of their chosen absurdity in hope that judgment will just move on.

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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