Freedom ... Ha!

1 Corinthians 7:23 

23 You were bought with a price. Do not become slaves of men.

 

Neither become a slave to self …

 

Freedom? Ha!

 

Can one be a slave to one’s own mind? Or to the things ... in need to accomplish?

A call to duty ... through whose voice? What if it is your own?

Would it be appropriate to search ... to find the voice’s origination

or would it be procrastination ... if the schedule is so prone?

 

Thinking clear, but after awhile, may it turn vague without any notice?

Can one be misled this way and be totally blind to it?

Can goals be accomplished in one’s own imagination

and cloud realistic issues to get the best of this?

 

Is blindness mostly chosen by overriding desires

through ignoring intuition and relying on what one sees?

Living by faith is noticed by what is then accomplished

and leaning on the master also becomes a deed.

 

The size never really matters ... look at the mustard seed.

Still looking at quantity and the much we call success.

We really have come far on our way back to degradation

and are now convinced ... that life now is a test.

 

Nowhere in this world is anything worth having

unless it is founded on love ... a gift from above.

Tell that to the guys on Wall Street or the Internet providers

who simply state that happiness ... is a fortune that is not lost.

 

Fate and decisions are oft walking much closer than hand in hand

Miss-understanding and depression are in embrace not far apart.

Who knows that in the long run money’s love and obsession

will keep the fires of hell ablaze and are fueled by miss-guided hearts?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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