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Meager ...


Luke 6:21 

21 “Blessed are you who hunger now, for you will be satisfied
“Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh

 

Meager

 

Time is slowly moving … beyond the speed of sound.

Very few notice this … while many are around

Most are standing still … pretending they have found

the key to everlasting … believing it’s profound

 

Clinging to a minute … that surrounds a restless soul

Digging in real deep … towards the darkness of the whole

Pretending there is light … and making that the goal

of an unrelated duty … that is completely out of control

 

Time is money it is said … an idol on its own

forms the soul completely … to find it overgrown

Weeds growing freely … now flowers here on loan

a pit for the undesired … meager to the bone

 

Jan Wienen

 

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