Gen 18:27 And Abraham answered and said, Behold now, I have taken upon me to speak unto the Lord, which am but dust and ashes:

 

The dirt-bag

 

Man is made out of dirt … woman mostly bone

quite a comparison … in early morning spent

A woman a bonehead ... a man simply a clone

with gravel between his ears and a heart of sand?

 

Both formed all alone … in great mystery

surrounded by water … in a place well designed

Always in the distance … voices of yesteryear

Vision’s spectrum blossoming … mostly in mind

 

Moving everywhere … these containers move

isolated still … but slowly integrated

Voices of strangers and the voice of my own

preparing for me … to be simply updated

 

The Hand of the Lord … is so protective

It only steps aside when moved by the will of man

His Hand will lead me home when life is interrupted

as I leave a grave behind with a stone of emptiness

 

Once we are born … where do we run for cover?

When we fail … where do we hide our face?

When born again … can we start all over?

Once we started … continuing the race?

 

Jan Wienen