Poezie How?

How, in this night of solitude,

Could I, by progress, turn around

And through the way that others found,

Renew my mind and attitude...



How could I clean my sleeping sword

And raise my armour from the dead,

Letting my spirit by truth led

And answer fearful to His word...



How could I listen when I hear

And let my acts to bear my saying...

Fight in the wars instead of playing

And face the mockery of fear...



By what unknown and worthy means

Could I defy all human laws,

Not let me knelt by world’s sharp claws

Nor by its dark many-faced sins...



How could I thank when pains gnaw deep

And run when ravenous evil skulks

Desperate to gorge me in his hulks,

Or in wealth’s arms not fall asleep...



How could I kill my shallowness

And stop throwing all pearls to pigs,

Remove from essence masks and wigs

And value world’s thin surface less…



Could it be possible to win

Exhaustive battles with our flesh...

When feeding hungry souls with trash

And choose to have well-nourished skin?



Could I one day forever quit

To stand against my very soul,

Abandon this pitiful crawl

To which I was not meant to fit...



How could I find myself in You,

Ceasing to look for you in me...

Instead of thorns and mud to see

The holiness your light shines through.



How could I let you take control

Not asking it back the next day,

Putting a seal on what I say...

And then my words with care will roll!



How could I do Lord all these things...

Decrepitude governs my will…

My mind knows all, but I stand still,

And standing ever no fruit brings!



Meanwhile, I’m staring at the sky,

Defeated, begging my beliefs

To leave away all ‘whys’ and ‘ifs’

Still wondering Lord… how could I?