The law seems the longest ...

Galatians 3:23-24 Sons of God Are Heirs of Promise23 Now before faith came we were held in custody under the law, being kept as prisoners until the coming faith would be revealed. 24 Thus the law had become our guardian until Christ, so that we could be declared righteous by faith.  The Law

 

I guess it is for certain ... law lives “life” the longest.

Well I mean in the temporal where most men think it counts.

A form of existence ... that is dressed up for a wedding

to make vows to one another ... in exchange for a crown.

 

It does not need to fit now ... it is just for a show-off.

I did, you did and all ... will bless us for the day.

When the work is over ... there is a quick awakening

and the freedom that you sought turned into a price to pay.

 

You have to be molded ... but you are brittle to the core.

Flexibility that culprit ... left you long ago.

Now with chisel and hammer one removes the sharp edges

and then will sand you down ... until you shine as vertigo.

 

The walls look in good shape ... but the floor is rotten.

I would have never noticed ... because vinyl covered all.

But now is the awareness ... that will never leave me

until the floor is fixed ... that unless someone would fall.

 

It is so with humans ... they may appear quite pretty

until you remove the surface and see what is underneath.

Maybe parts are rotten ... ready for collapsing,

dragging all that lean on them down into the sleaze.

 

Humans are so much ... like the products that they make

not really reliable ... and made for a quick fix.

Built for the temporal ... breaking before their time

always defending quality and armed for pending conflict.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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