In search of
Jeremiah 8:7 New English Translation (NET Bible)
7 Even the stork knows
when it is time to move on.
The turtledove, swallow, and crane
recognize the normal times for their migration.
But my people pay no attention
to what I, the Lord, require of them.
Migration in full swing, all in search for the better
Who will sign the paper of the certificate called: “death”
Life is just a moment and a speck in the temporal
A breath, a sigh, a tear, and then there’s nothing left
A struggle for a minute to be added before the last breath
If I just can make this work then all will be complete
Oh! This ravening blindness that seems to cover all flesh
Maybe in many ways we are copies of the same defeat
Searching for all the answers in this decaying carcass
Hoping to find the means to an everlasting existence
Complementing one another as this seems bizarre
As now we leave life clueless in our misguided persistence
Jan Wienen
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