Western civilization

Proverbs 6:10-11 

10 A little sleep, a little slumber,
a little folding of the hands to relax,
11 and your poverty will come like a robber,
and your need like an armed man.

 

 

Western civilization (spiritual issues)

 

Born in a castle being better than the rest

Elevated status quo in a dreamland of my own

Always in search of folk who think I am the best

To lift me up and pad my back as I moan and groan

 

Self-satisfaction seems a self-chosen dungeon

Deep in the bowels of my appointed environment

Here is where the waste accumulates in sponges

to be used at a given time my own detriment

 

Here a breath, there a sigh and then the final judgment

The sponges then squeezed to expose the deeper self

Too late to change what has been kept without atonement

in compromise and selling out the truth all by ourselves

 

No stone left upon another ... no hidden corners here

All are fully exposed in the brightness of His Glory

Iniquity burning up in its own atmosphere

and smoldering forever in anguish and in gory

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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