Isaiah 60:1 

60 “Arise! Shine! For Your light arrives!
The splendor of the Lord shines on you!

Rise to our own hurt

Disappointed give me a break ... we never left the dumps.

A way of life developed ... hanging on just by a thread.

Passersby shake their head ... as their noses thumb.

Showing there is no time for us ... as on to church we tread.

Pointing fingers at my “likes” ... glad that they are not like us.

Are prayers rising from where I live ... just words on their own?

Where does Heaven look ... in search for living truth as such

is it in the folks like me ... or where love and truth do roam?

“What is truth?” sounds off course ... “Who is truth?” sounds better

Truth is a living entity ... that we try to sweep under the rug.

Then we fall asleep on it ... possibly feeling it doesn’t matter

until the moment we wake up ... and rise to our own hurt.

Jan Wienen