Isaiah 59:10 

10 We grope for the wall like the blind,
And we grope as if we had no eyes;
We stumble at noonday as at twilight;
We are as dead men in desolate places.

Who cares?

Hugging my desires … kissing reality as it appears to mind

before the pollution of the day

Am I refreshed or a fatality that yesterday left behind

mauled, crushed and maimed?

Right and wrong a tossup in the strains of memory

an acceptable condition of the heart

Lines drawn in the sand to become faded history

as desires’ ammunition for the smart

Absolute calls of the past are a nightmare of yesterday

As wants and wishes rule in the twilight of our race

Stumbling in the dessert as we willfully lost our way

Blinded by selfishness … despised awareness of true Grace

Jan Wienen