What matters

Galatians 5:22-23 New English Translation (NET Bible)

22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control. Against such things there is no law.

 

What matters

 

Are we in a parade of headlines or a death march to doom?

Who are the spectators here always quietly observing?

Who now walks before me, and who flies on a broom?

Are they the ones that follow me in the march of self-serving?

 

The parade never stops, but at night it finds a place in hiding

The solemn drumbeat, however, never seems to lose its rhythm

Constantly adapting to the environment and the security it provides 

The artificial ways therein so formed by its self-imposed schism

 

When will this parade come to a halt, and who will end this shuffle?

Is not there any link drawn somewhere in the quicksand of temporal?

Who will give the sign, and who’ll distribute the faux-priceless trophies?

Will “The last be the first” in the embrace of peace in “The Eternal”?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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