Psa 107:29  He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.

 

 

 

Who calls light a day?

 

Who awakes my senses?

 

Deep within I cannot sleep.

 

My spirit can’t comprehend it.

 

 

 

Where does my spirit reside

 

when overtaken by emotions?

 

When I move for goodness sake

 

does my spirit get that notion?

 

 

 

Where does life start and death begins?

 

Is it in a time past laughter?

 

Is it in temporal that the latter reigns

 

and the first before and after?

 

 

 

Who wakes the dawn with a single tear?

 

Who grieves to see the day?

 

Where sin and evil are exposed

 

and depravity seems the way?

 

 

 

To lean on man to understand

 

is like building a house on sand

 

as storms of life are passing through

 

there’s little left but a trembling hand.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen