Luke 6:29 

29 To him who strikes you on the one cheek, offer the other also. And from him who takes away your cloak, do not withhold your tunic either.

 

Turmoil … happened many years ago

 

Today is an exception ... my mind is already cluttered.

The world has a grasp on me in the middle of the night.

I wanted to start fresh today but my flesh constantly mutters

about injustice and the rest which attacks with its full might.

 

I guess it is money ...  that starts to wreck my brain.

Some that deposited last month in the bank.

I did not get credit ... time and time again

I got notices of overdrawn and that got me way outflanked.

 

I have a pretty good idea what possibly has happened.

Someone I had pity for ... in the middle of this plot.

It should not make a difference ... the pity should not flatter

for what someone does in their despair ... that's only known to God.

 

Forgive, forget and just go on ... it can’t be that important.

The sickness that another has ... is also in my veins.

Start from scratch ... clean the slate of others for that instance.

I think that is what God would do ... in my life for everything.

 

Peace ! Oh peace! Now settle in ... I need that one dimension.

To lift me up or set me down ... in the presence of my life

A gift of God, the special way ... that satisfies my hunger

that righteousness in flight will bring ... as my heart looses all strife.

 

Purple sky, dressed in black ... a dying need to live

Loneliness in a crowd ... silence engulfed in noise

Looking deep inside of me ... in search of what to give

removing all from empty shelves ... let others make the choice.

 

Jan Wienen