Job 5:17-18 

17 “Therefore, blessed is the man whom God corrects,
so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
18 For he wounds, but he also bandages;
he strikes, but his hands also heal.

Beyond peace

How much peace can I handle ... am I not a contradiction?

Deep inside self-satisfied ... as I get my “deserve” in fiction

Do I really love peace ... as I seem to strive on contention?

For when things are running smooth I seem to search for friction

“If there is peace just love it” ... a simply the worldly call

That’s always hidden ... as worldly peace is fake after all

Maybe peace is always here ... in the heart of the reborn

And the turbulence in life ... is smelling roses with some thorns

Jan Wienen