Chrystal ... and tears

Ecclesiastes 9:11 

11 Again, I observed this on the earth:
the race is not always won by the swiftest,
the battle is not always won by the strongest;
prosperity does not always belong to those who are the wisest,
wealth does not always belong to those who are the most discerning,
nor does success always come to those with the most knowledge—
for time and chance may overcome them all.

 

 

Crystal

 

If I could would I do it over again ... would I start at the end?

Memories somewhere in time ... bogged down in forgetfulness

Where is all recorded ... why is everything has-been?

Why does all appear fine ... as the ugly got lost in loneliness?

 

Maybe every day is yesterday all over again

Maybe thoughts of yesterday will be here tomorrow

Maybe illusions are built on what could have been

Maybe happiness is in stones borrowed from sorrow

 

Maybe fulfillment is gathered in emptiness

Maybe dream’s reality is cemented by hope

Maybe all appearances are forms of nothingness

Maybe most problems show us how to cope

 

Maybe all together we live in loneliness

Maybe most words we speak build invisible walls

Maybe quadruplets understand only-ness

Maybe you and I cannot accept The Fall

 

Maybe most have a bible so they don’t have to read

Maybe truth is not recognized without appetite

Maybe all the choices are mostly incomplete

Maybe most form in time wrongs into right

 

Maybe to be hairless is not bald at all

Maybe food is here to sustain the unseen

Maybe in full run we do really crawl

Maybe that perception shows as unclean

 

Maybe love is only perceived when all alone

Maybe the treasure of it is the only one worth having

Maybe when to self you die and the old’s dead and gone

Maybe that is when love can’t be misbehaving

 

Maybe when the heart is tender ... stones are moved in place

Maybe when sincerity lives ... indifference knocks at the door

Maybe truth can survive ... somewhere in the human race

Maybe this is Love’s gift ... to show what we are here for

 

Maybe “All in All” is very well represented

Maybe our blindness is a sickness of the soul

Maybe in time we will understand recompense

Maybe then we’ll see the weakness of our goals

 

Maybe our tears will transform into crystal

Maybe the sea will be filled with them

Maybe the Lord will there glorify the called

Maybe then we’ll know how to worship Him

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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