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Really ... me?


James 1:25 

25 But the one who peers into the perfect law of liberty and fixes his attention there,

and does not become a forgetful listener but one who lives it out—

he will be blessed in what he does.

 

Is it me?

 

All seems fine on the outer-core if one has all the answers

What is it to be a leader if no one wants to follow?

Why the desire for more? Why the fear of cancer?

Is it because man-pleasers are inside surely hollow?

 

Give me life and liberty and a sandwich with Dutch cheese

Place me on a stage up front in a gathering of nothingness

Deliver me from puberty in this flock of appointed geese

That quack throughout the pond filled with emptiness

 

Jan Wienen

 

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