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Worldly choices


1 Kings 12:28-29New English Translation (NET Bible)

Jeroboam Solomon’s enemy:

28 After the king had consulted with his advisers, he made two golden calves. Then he said to the people,

“It is too much trouble for you to go up to Jerusalem. Look, Israel, here are your gods who brought you up from the land of Egypt.” 

29 He put one in Bethel and the other in Dan.

 

Being caught in the now ... how could I’ve been there?

Is not “here” confinement ... closing where I should be?

Are not all steps predestined in a fatal appointed sphere

where decisions seem directed from a past where I’ve been?

 

Do faith and fatalism have anything in common?

Are preplanned and predestined not really related?

Predetermined and selection do they not summon

an interwoven past and future never to be outdated?

 

To be born and then to die and still live forever

A simple true reality in nature and in thought

Hardly understood by the existing in the never

as they build their castles in constant onslaught

 

I’m enslaved and so are you in thinking we’re free

Dancing to the music played through our own faking

Not at all afraid for the dimension of our pleas

that truly knows the difference of selected partaking

 

The golden calf in the middle of all our reasoning

Hope is non-existing as in trance we kiss the bull

All is then forgotten for now is the chosen season

to escape from reality not sensing we are doomed

 

Jan Wienen

 

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