Wondering 3

Location

83301
United States

Job 16:19 

19 Surely even now my witness is in heaven,
And my evidence is on high.

 

Existence or life

 

“Hang on for dear life”, to invisible nonsense

Hungering to be noticed for intellectual phrases

Calling this forms of wisdom and a gift from above

Whatever that means to them in spiritual dazes

 

“Once I was and now I’m not”, a simple solution

“Whatever will be may be”, a destiny in life

Fateful and confused as all seems an illusion

In a self-chosen righteousness killing inner-strife

 

Digging graves for others, an always-repeated phrase

“Let the dead bury the dead”, makes us feel better

“Reaping what we sow”, was just written for others

“Keeping your hand to the plow”, really doesn’t matter

 

Master of confusion and servant to the selected few

In bank account and garages in self-earned dwellings

Life seems fine counting our blessings of the “well to do”

In homes built like palaces as we fail just simple testing

 

“We’ve come a long way”, on our perpetual way down

We past a long time ago where it all started

Growing up in this old world seems an oxymoron

As we’re in a state of accountability with dearly departed

 

Childlike faith is what we need and should like to preserve

Maturity is surely opposite of our chosen understanding

It is not really better to die before birth or in childhood?

Then to grow old and not to improve in God’s standing

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741