Erased and deleted

Galatians 3:22 

²² But the scripture imprisoned everything under sin so that the promise could be given— because of the faithfulness of Jesus Christ—to those who believe.

Visiting time is over and time flew away

It seems you are in a daze from the breath of freedom

You became impatient to get the guard’s attention

I’m now reminiscing on how we can change this way

Is life so uncertain that we grab for what’s around us

Is it when we hold on to the thing we can somewhat secure

It matters little what it is as long as it gives some balance

For alone in our nothingness we surely can’t endure

Oh ship without an anchor will float to the unknown

Even when there is no wind there is always a currant

It seems like that with humans as it should matter

It gets in or affected by the world’s influence

The sense of security makes us feel at home

With what we know and understand even with lack of comfort

The zone it designed in its own way will help to adjust

The “whatever” circumstance even in pain of sorts

Is it the adaptability or instinct for survival?

Is it the love for self that compromises through fear?

Is it part of depravity or a part of original intention?

That we were to live forever as we’re used to it here

Is the grief for a lost one just an expression for this?

How could this ever happen if flesh cannot recognize death?

Why on earth or Heaven and what is the reason?

Is the everlasting in whatever be as life far beyond the flesh?

Accumulate, a habit, wherever that comes from

In everyone’s home there is stuff that’s never used

It is such with the mind where we store useless files

Like on a computer as it is silently for own abuse

At times we delete the junk that appears not to be needed

Then a few days later we deeply wish we had not done this

For the stuff we thought we could do without, now can be of use

But now is in a deleted dump somewhere without a farewell kiss