Where did my senses travel?
Psalm 145:5
5 I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty,
And on Your wondrous works.
Where did they go?
I haven’t heard the birds sing ... why did their voices die?
I only heard the bells ring ... a reason now to cry.
I noticed a few colors ... but all appeared so dry
like the end of freedom ... that makes me wonder why?
Where did my senses go? ... I did not want to ignore them.
Why did I concentrate ... on things that won’t last?
Why did I fall ... for the same old mayhem?
Why do I duplicate ... mistakes from the past?
Is it any wonder ... that I wind up in nowhere?
Is it a surprise ... that I pick the same old boat?
Dressed in faded colors ... made by me in somewhere
far in the past long ago ... when I was barely afloat.
Jan Wienen
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