Meditation

James 3:6 

And among all the parts of the body, the tongue is a flame of fire.

It is a whole world of wickedness, corrupting your entire body.

It can set your whole life on fire, for it is set on fire by hell itself.

 

Ecclesiastes 7:22 

22 For you know how often you yourself have cursed others.

 

Meditation

 

It so strange to be temperamental

When irritated no peace is found

It seems that with the speed of lightning

Your thoughts are moving without sound

 

It feeds your anger without mercy

A smoldering fire becomes a blaze

It roars and rumbles consuming senses

Destroying all well in every place

 

There is no hiding from its destruction

Why do I enjoy this scene?

Like in the dark of myself got even

With them … who put the spark in me

 

How can I quench this roaring fire?

How to stop this senseless death?

When winds of time are growing

Into a cyclone fed by wrath

 

The answer does not dwell within me

Not to be found in my scorching heart

I guess I don’t have a prayer … or maybe

It’s the only way to escape that snarl

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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