Job 4:18-19

18 If God puts no trust in his servants and attributes folly to his angels,

19 how much more to those who live in houses of clay,
whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth?

 

Out of sync

 

Not much left to wonder ... nothing seems in place

It appears better up yonder apart from the human race.

Is it any wonder that confusion shows its face?

Uncertainty always thunders and attacks in every case

 

Why is all approaching in a situation not yet here?

Its ugly head is rearing in the night when still in bed.

Infecting all the fearing ... that spins into my sphere

as the end is nearing ... but still think I’m still ahead.

 

Understanding wishes living deep in my core

Eating from dirty dishes mostly contraband

Hard to swallow little wanting more and more

In a pool that hisses hidden in my open hand

 

Work in despair ... eyes closed towards a lifeline

Opportunities seem rare ... as nothing appears fine

The bottom part is there ... but hardly seems kind

As nothing really fares ... just a chosen fluke in time

 

Jan Wienen