Isaiah 29:16 

16 Surely you have things turned around!
Shall the potter be esteemed as the clay;
For shall the thing made say of him who made it,
“He did not make me”?
Or shall the thing formed say of him who formed it,
“He has no understanding”?

Romans 9:20 New English Translation (NET Bible)

20 But who indeed are you—a mere human being—to talk back to God? Does what is molded say to the molder, “Why have you made me like this?”

 

Bliss

 

Is every poem standing on its own … or just a continuation

of what has been thought before?

Is it when ideas roam they simply seem to clone

the forms of degradation that we’re living for?

 

Is every deed a result of some need that through perceived action

floated to the top of the cause?

Is it guided by me to plant the desired seed that seems but a fraction

in this timeless pause?

 

Is it a simple call that is set before us all as wrong and right not measured

only roam for purpose?

Like a rolling ball this earth after all was made for pleasure

to be delivered from God’s furnace

 

Believe it or not all was made by God and Life He formed intrinsically

through complete involvement

It seems we forgot as on earth we trod that all was good specifically

and designed for the moment

 

 

Then woman was beguiled and in such defiled as the man by choice

wanted to know good and evil

Impossible for us to file the collected sins in a pile that through the ages’ voice

were guided by the “devil”

 

It is well understood that seldom we choose good in our chosen righteousness

lead by our own desires

Why should spiritual food satisfy our good to bring convenience in fleshiness

that keeps us in the mire?

 

To self we should die and not to wonder why we should blame God

for what we know we are

It is a far cry from the “True Sacrifice” that somewhere we forgot

in our self-chosen wars

 

We will not disappear until the appointed time here so in this mystery

our voice may be heard

It is surely clear that no help comes from tears as excuses produce misery

when the final call seems blurred

 

Like a dying wish and Life Himself a bliss as we cannot depart

until God approves it

In times like this it appears like a myth, but it is a start

as wisdom proves it

 

Jan Wienen