We Lose Ourselves

 

- on our unseeing eyes and our unwilling hearts

 

Life in itself is a novelty,

Twisting, turning, never stopping,

Always jumping up, pushing on,

Never waiting, ever gliding– a novelty.

 

We used to think we knew it all,

Like colossal giants, twisting turning.

Frenzy forming in a melting pot,

Overlooking our very souls– ‘we knew it all’.

 

Distant, sitting, waiting for something.

Life in itself was unplugging,

It’s very meaning sucked out by us,

With no fixing formula, waiting for something.

 

We are fossilised, addicted to blindness,

Always waiting for a cure– satisfaction

Bleeding, burning, bruising, brimming.

Feelings form, emotion erased, addicted to blindness.

 

Where is God, and this divine design?

Created, confusion, then ransomed, restored.

Deliverance made clear through a man on a tree.

Through seamless death, righteousness restored– Divine Design.

By Joshua Pike