2 John 3 

3 Grace, mercy, and peace will be with us from God the Father

 and from Jesus Christ the Son of the Father, in truth and love.

 

Where now is peace and rest of mind?

Where is that place called tranquility?

It is not in thought or vaguely in memory

It is not for grabs or conquered in subtlety.

 

At times you think you’ve got it for a while

And as a cloak it hides you from true reality.

Until a call through memory’s distant past

To remind you once again of your depravity.

 

Your past never gets to be discarded.

I guess even when you depart and die.

It goes with you as a temporal reminder

As in Life or death … it’s exposed to The Light.

 

Forgiveness is a “state” of the art

But “what thou art” is not too great.

There’s One good and that is “God”

In His love … He cleans your slate.

 

A slate you carry on you back.

It was cleaned … still heavy in weight.

It drags you down … no end in sight.

No place to rest … not night or day.

 

Pilgrims traveled to that “great” city.

I crawl on … close to the ground.

I can’t stand up … too embarrassed,

too much shame … in lost and found.

 

The future looks dead … the past alive.

It is breathing … it is sighing.

The future looks bleak … pale and cold

I cannot move … I’m slowly dying.

 

Yesterday gave hope, joy and laughter.

Life seemed worth it somehow.

Was it fake or the “here-after”,

that showed itself in the “now.”

 

There should be joy … a zest for living.

but somehow that zest is that part,

that has no part in just forgiving,

for that zest … is just too small

 

Maybe living is to be around dying.

Possibly that is the only way

to escape from constant crying

to bring you back in life’s array.

 

For without feeling death is reigning.

Without touch your self is dead.

Maybe hurt and pain are showing,

that love itself … is alive and well.

 

 

Jan Wienen