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Signs 2


 

Psalm 74:9 

9 We do not see our signs;
There is no longer any prophet;
Nor is there any among us who knows how long.

 

 

Signs 2

 

It was a long time in coming

The signs I’ve seen from afar

Now they’re here all around me

I’ll try to catch them in a jar

 

All I catch is transparent

and I keep what I can see

It is a joke of my own making

speeding toward eternity

 

Once a youth and now too old

Time stood still along the way

The lesson ... that I should have taught

Is useless now ... from yesterday.

 

I should have been when I was called

a listening ear to opportunity

But it was then ... as it is now

a choice of lackluster fatality

 

Burn the bridge before I cross

The other side has no appeal

Swallowed up by ignorance

thinking that this life is real

 

Jan Wienen

 

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