Job 40:4 

4 “Indeed, I am completely unworthy—how could I reply to You?
I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself.

 

 

Circles

 

Surrounded by silence … listening to your thought

Sometimes a whisper … but mostly real quiet

Even the beating of the heart … not heard at all

Life and its existence … seems now snowy white

 

There is no pollution … interfering in this scene

It feels that the world … has lost its power

Problems seem so far removed from where I’m at

As peace slowly curls … my heart like a flower

 

Moments seldom understood … and oft ignored

We have no time to waste in our search for happiness

Yes, at any cost … we’ll pay for what is free

And so in our haste … we die in only-ness

 

Circles come and circles go … never changing form

Through the ages trotted … by folks just like me 

Always searching for the new … starting at the end

Seldom truth was spotted as such the past should be

 

Travel through temporal's end … before time begins

Searching in all directions for what is already possessed

Investing all our effort … in a battle we can’t win

To wind up the victims … in our self-chosen quest

 

The Son shines forever … the universe be gone

The final drops of temporal … splash against heart’s urn

Where is death or breath … when standing all alone

holding on to nothingness … in your flight of no return?

 

Who directs the traffic ... on our lonely way back home?

Who puts up the signs … that you always ignore?

Who fills up your tank … that you never seem to pay for?

Who changes your flats … when you bounce from door to door?

 

Why don’t you move over … and let the “Who” drive?

He will get you to the place … where you ought to be

He’ll place you on the backseat … as you act like the master

and He will simply serve with you … as He sets you free

 

Jan Wienen