Destined 2

Ecclesiastes 2:23 

²³ For all day long his work produces pain and frustration,
and even at night his mind cannot relax!

Who fills a mind ... what remnant paints the walls?

What product shows up at the end of every day?

What happens when asleep ... does anything stay at all?

And so to wake up in early morn with the same to pay

Distorted and confused with the past in disarray

No way of getting even and no way to get ahead

Destination prepared somehow with little left to say

Accepting what is coming in the search of daily bread

Is it a prayer at night that will present me empty?

Is this what cleanses me before this frame will rest?

Will otherwise the fullness of emptiness tempt me?

As there to get me ready to fail each of life’s tests?

The mind a reflection and thought a simple picture

of what goes on in the inside in what’s called the heart

Glimpses of perfection supplying a finish to the mixture

of good and bad within me ... before the new day’s start