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Awake my dear one


Matthew 26:41 

41 Stay awake and pray that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

 

 

Awake

 

Who are you my son, the real you, I mean?

Far beyond the flesh and bones are you, not a spirit?

Is that not the person that we all do see?

Not just an appearance that somewhere you did inherit?

 

Who do you react too, is it not your flesh

that part that is not really you and will return to dust?

Why are you so enslaved to this fragile structure?

The real you reside dead somehow where existing is a must.

 

Awake now my dear one and escape now from the pit.

Grasp the hand that is reaching out to bring you into life.

Can’t you feel the love that is ever urging?

Please do answer and give up all your strive.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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