Colossians 2:23 

23 These things indeed have an appearance of wisdom in self-imposed religion, false humility, and neglect of the body, but are of no value against the indulgence of the flesh.

 

Condition in religiousness

 

Blindness is it chosen or is it a search for life?

As one tries to escape from problems or gets lost in one’s self

Like being frozen in indifference and strife

To escape from discomfort’s solemness as everyone can tell

 

Are some things just hidden because of the priorities of the heart?

Don’t we recognize others’ hurts the cause of self-involvement?

Who are we kidding in our game with marked cards?

As with every hand, we slur half-truth with discontentment

 

Love has no boundaries but liking has them all

We wish our likes to be love but it’s just camouflage

Civilized in a country where money pays it all

And all we seem to sell is our image’s entourage

 

Little left to say we are just not well

I should have seen it coming but the heart lost its vision

Now, who has to pay? Maybe you can tell

Life is more than roaming or divided with petitions

 

Where to go from here? Can what is lost be found?

Where does compassion go when you slam the door to it?

Looking everywhere for what is heaven bound

I should have known that one can never quit

 

Searching through my mind where there are no answers

Looking for my heart that I misplaced somewhere

The guilt of every kind tippy-toeing like a dancer

Replacing where faith once roamed in a see-through sphere

 

Where to go from here guided by feelings of insufficiency?

Crawling in directions where uncertainty smiles and rules

Surrounded by my peers who long lost their identities

In a fluke satisfaction calling all that is not like them: “Fools”

 

Buying off their conscience to be paid by someone else

Making installments with falsified bouncing checks

Living in full obedience to depravity and the flesh

For their own fulfillment … “Oh! what the heck?”

 

Jan Wienen