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