I wrote this piece after a thorough study of Ecclesiastes. This is about the process of how we chase after things, especially those we ought not chase. Seems we’re never satisfied….
There is a restlessness within the heart,not in flames, but in embers,Yet it can set the soul of man ablaze,with things longed for, though unfamiliar.Once his eye is set on things desired,and on the curiosity of things unknown,The winds of change brush across the surface,and the embers start to glow.His lips begin to speak of things,forbidden in the past,The spark ignites, the small flame hidden,And there is no turning back.Though the heat almost unbearable,the lick of every flameHe has set his mind unflinchingly,and that will not be changed.The critique, the advice, the counsel ,now fall upon deaf ears,Only a solemn, empty little holewhere he once house all his fears.The time has come! This is the moment,he holds nothing in reserve,He indulges in every aroma,Hangs on every word.The fire that had so brightly burned,now has won the game,But when the longing heart is satisfied,what becomes of the flame?It’s lick no longer painful,the soul desensitized,The flame crawls back to it’s keeper,and in the embers, there it lies.It bids it’s time, seeks discontent,silent as it once had been,Waiting, for the new,to be familiar, yet again.