Soul quakes

Ecclesiastes 2:24 

24 Nothing is better for a man than that he should eat and drink,

 and that his soul should enjoy good in his labor. This also, I saw, was from the hand of God.

 

Surprise

 

What a surprise ... soul-quakes in the heart of Texas

How to handle turmoil ... devastation, death, and pain?

What to summarize ... if this happens deep in Texas

How to accept judgment ... and kill past selfish gain?

 

Where to find charisma ... when death rules the day?

Who hears the call for help … when dying all alone?

Where to get the plasma ... when all blood flowed away?

Who will show the well … when all the drink is gone?

 

How is your foundation ... when standing in a swamp?

Where to find meditation ... when your mind is in the bank?

How to hold a rope ... when your hands are full of gold?

Where now to go when late … and the soul’s problems unfold?

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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