Meaning(less)

Ecclesiastes 1:8 — All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.

What can I

possibly gain

chasing after this world?

Is there fulfillment

to be found here?

Can I consume

enough of the earth

to satisfy my unceasing appetite

for more?

Can I achieve

enough success

to satisfy my unending addiction

for glory?

Can I indulge in

enough empty pleasures

to quench my buried thirst

for love?

Can I avoid

enough thoughtful consideration

to numb my burning fear

of death?

You offer me

the deepest longing

of my soul, O God,

yet I carry on living

enslaved to the ways of humanity,

which destroys all that is good

within me.

Shall I carry on

making a mistress of the world

and in so doing

rot the very soul

You made to dwell with You

to dance with You

to walk with You

in the sacred paradise

of eternity?

Amen.