Only one

Heb 5:14  But strong meat belongs to them that are of full age, even those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil.

 

Who

 

Who is the discern-er of my thoughts? Who knows my every reason?

Before Whom are all intentions laid bare to bake in the morning sun

Who really cares enough to put up with inconsistence?

That seems to rule my every day while little else gets done

 

 

Who catches in His Hand my ricocheting bullets?

That I seem to fire aimlessly as I judge without much thought

Appointed judge and jury by self without much pretension

By my own iniquities through the freedom others bought

 

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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