Friday, August 2, 2013

Eyes Satisfied with Seeing

All things are full of weariness; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. ~ Ecclesiastes 1.8 (ASV)
Yeah, yeah. I know. The trees are budding,
birds fly in formation, sunsets paint the sky.
A child’s smile, a bridegroom’s tear —
“things” should touch my heart.
So why don’t they?
Instead I see the filthy, the tedious, the
reprehensible.
Nobody can spell.
Heck, they can’t even string a sentence
together.
I can’t count on anybody to do anything right,
to follow through, to see to detail.
And I don’t have time.
All things are wearisome. Life is wearisome.
God, shatter my shell so the world can flood
my soul.
I want to feel, even if it’s pain.
I want to live.
I need to live in your love.

A Time for Verse
Rollins, Barbara B. (2011-12-29). A Time for Verse - Poetic Ponderings on Ecclesiastes (Kindle Locations 79-88). Eagle Wings Press imprint of Silver Boomer Books. Kindle Edition.

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