All about me
Isaiah 29:15
15 Those who try to hide their plans from the Lord are as good as dead,
who do their work in secret and boast,
“Who sees us? Who knows what we’re doing?”
Infirmities galore ... I’ve got quite a few
standing at the door ... what about you?
Hiding from ourselves ... what a point of view
feeling stronger than we are ... with nothing left to do.
If we can’t see clear ... let us get glasses.
If we can feel ... that surely will bring shame.
Can I really help ... not feeling other’s pain?
Solitude confused ... with simple indifference
Isolating self ... from a world destine to die.
Ears that can’t hear other people cry.
Pointing at others ... as we are just alike
Sitting in judgment ... with everyone about
Feeling much better ... less sense than Brussels sprout
An apple tree gives apples ... for someone to enjoy.
All my life produces ... is my self-employ.
A cabbage gives its life to feed the many hungry
and I feed my own face ... myself to enjoy.
An orange gives some juice to keep a person healthy.
I gulp it down ... without any thought.
A chicken gives its life and even its offspring.
I am getting by ... for only self in naught.
Jan Wienen
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