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Ecclesiastes 1:9          New English Translation

9 What exists now is what will be,

and what has been done is what will be done;

there is nothing truly new on earth.

 

Life goes on as death exists imprinted in the forever

Nothing new under the sun as all have been here before

How can one look at man’s fear and be reminded to say “never”?

As all the works, that are done, be a fruitless or fruitful endeavor

 

Hardened souls and indifferent minds right below the surface

Only to be brought out when death itself runs its course

It seems that all of it grinds slowly to its purpose

That was set before time began when lost self in remorse

 

Adam fell and then he blamed God, for his own shortcomings

Things since then have not changed much as it seems the same today

I won’t take a proper response for my misguided ability

That I direct from the outer-me for that seems the “human” way

 

Oh! Real me, where do you hide? Why can I never find you?

Don’t you know, that you suppose to direct my path?

Without you, I am vile and just cannot find the truth

Being lost in my pretenses being molded by my past

 

Failure upon failure are my accomplishments in deed

The more I try to glory in the achievements that appear

The more it makes me realize that on itself it feeds

The degradation in my soul that expands without any fear

 

The end of the day is just that and not the beginning of the night

For the night is in the day embalmed and has only just two sides

Looking from the front, you see all the glitter from your sight,

But when it turns its back only darkness seems its plight

 

To separate the two takes so much more than mankind.

To cut in half, what is joined by strings of the temporal?

Even time cannot erase the imprint of the profound

For the call and purpose was set in the abnormal

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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