Density in spirit in the world

Luke 9:54-56              New English Translation

54 Now when his disciples James and John saw this, they said, “Lord, do you want us to call fire to come down from heaven and consume them?” 55 But Jesus turned and rebuked them, 56 and they went on to another village.

 

You don’t know what matter of Spirit you are.

 

Spirits come in different kinds. Yep! That is a fact

Is there a level to rottenness in their vague existence?

Do they come in different sizes as they cling to my back?

I know they are geared to self and filled with persistence.

 

Is an erring spirit sin? Do you know the one that misleads you?

Really what is offensive to God must be considered sin

Am I able to remove myself from the darkness and doom?

With the feebleness that is me as I’m helpless deep within

 

Wandering in thought with foggy goals in mind and heart

Leading towards nowhere and manipulating my confusion

Hoping to pick up speed in shortcuts to get there faster

To complete my desires and hopes in my self-made illusion

 

Lovely is the view as I close my eyes in my lack of reason

Sullenness seems a blessing now as I seem to move in a trance

Is this what life seems about with the impatient out of season?

As they disappear into nothingness in love with incompetence

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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