My life in thirteen lines

The philosopher in me
asked questions.
Been there! Done that!

The activist in me
sought change.
But not much happened.

The theologian in me
proposed answers.
But mistook the questions.

The poet growing in me
probes between the words and lines
and fossicks for the mind of God
....in hope.


© Karel Reus
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