Ecc 9:11  I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

 

 

 

 

 

As life’s race moves quickly on ... and man moves around the bend

 

he’ll find rest-stops are scarce ... as the road winds to an end.

 

 

 

The fittest will survive the race ... the ones who prepared well

 

in mind, body and in will .... as man outruns himself.

 

 

 

But where in all does the heart fit in and where the love for others?

 

If I concentrate on the race to win ... is that when I won’t bother?

 

 

 

For the ones who have fallen by the way ... the casualties of my competition

 

It must be that life is not a race or play ... but a call in deep contrition.

 

 

 

To bandage up and help the ones ... who in blindness were running

 

in a race that is not really theirs ... for a price called: ”Satan’s cunning”.

 

 

 

A trophy at the finish line ... with the glitter of man’s adoration

 

for the ones who were born blind ... and ignored life’s invitation.

 

 

 

Jan Wienen