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Routine


Isaiah 55:8-9 

“Indeed, my plans are not like your plans,
and my deeds are not like your deeds,
for just as the sky is higher than the earth,
so my deeds are superior to your deeds
and my plans superior to your plans.

 

Routine on your own …

 

Games in mind … thoughts in heart

dreams of yesterday revived

All together … fall apart

each one has his own life

 

Winds of time … calendar years

routine carved in the sunset

Pens of ink … similar fears

never put to rest yet

 

Emptiness … a chosen guest

assigned to great importance

Deeply scarred … second best

as treasured inheritance

 

Constant daze … called a friend

always by their side

Many words … never meant

announcing a free ride

 

Lifetime went … at full speed

leading down to nowhere

Fragile calls … from deep needs

blaming all up there

 

End of time … the last breath

just a new beginning

Game is over … no more tests

no one was really winning

 

Jan Wienen

 

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