All the people

Jeremiah 7:4-5 

Stop putting your confidence in the false belief that says, “We are safe!

The temple of the Lord is here! 5 You must change the way you have been living

and do what is right. You must treat one another fairly.

 

 

Where have they gone?

 

Oh! We had so many and now there are so few

Why did they leave and left us all alone?

It seems so uncanny resting in my chosen pew

as I bereave the shortcomings of the gone

 

Where was their commitment as I ask them to suffer?

Where was their perseverance when I showed duty’s call?

Did I sent them for enhancement or just as a buffer

to protect my own coherence for my welfare after all?

 

When will I learn to depend on the Master?

When will I perceive His will for my life?

Do I have to earn so I can serve faster?

The call I can’t believe explained by my wife

 

I set my expectations in what others now deem right

I follow the path that they are paving before me

Even my meditation has most of the light

The joy that does not last has evaporated true believe

 

The cares of the world have a great grip on me

The territory I gave up seems impossible to regain

Confusion at me hurls the loss of being free

It seems my time is up almost calloused from pain

 

Now I dream of yesterdays when I feel deep excitement

It seems my past looks brighter then opportunities for tomorrow

I try to escape today in my own bereavement

of the failures that enlighten my heart caught up in sorrow

 

Myself in the middle I reach our everywhere

A veil received from others I place gladly over my eyes

My faith now seems a riddle in my self-protected sphere

as now I am mostly bothered by how I feel, Oh my!

 

I keep blaming others and that keeps me on my feet

The rock I felt at times seems now sinking sand

The peace that once I fathered has been replaced by my need

to feel that all is fine as alone I stand

 

How to turn on this path with nowhere to turn around

The bed where I can’t rest has been made up by pretense

I learned way too fast then my ship ran aground

to show that life is not a test at the expense of my friends

 

The only way to go now is to the ones I hurt

Ask for forgiveness for the wrongs I now perceive

My selfishness somehow blinded me not at first

in my path of service in my world of make-belief

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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