Ecclesiastes

If you ask me 

Is where I tune in 

It’s where my day begins. And ends.

It’s ironically how I muster up the strength to try at all 

Even though I was born to fall

It’s why my husband gives stuff away

The Teacher is right, we can’t hold on to anything

Work success, big breasts, mansions, fame 

In the end, no one’s going to remember our names 

Time doesn’t care 

Nor does history 

Why the good lose and the wicked win will always be a mystery

Ecclesiastes is the antidote 

For the overachiever

For the people pleaser

For the one who fears missing out 

For the one who can’t find a reason to hope 

Righteous living is a tight rope 

Overstudy, overzealousness will drive one mad 

What’s worthwhile in the end, when you look back on the life you’ve had? 

I just know we’re conscious of good and evil 

Of beauty and justice 

In a world of malice 

We’re all just dangling in the balance 

Our gravesites are predetermined 

Ecclesiastes is a Saturday, I’m learnin’

When I can enjoy my house, my spouse 

A meal 

Take a moment to feel what I feel 

God has feelings too 

It’s okay that I don’t always know what to do

So I look at the clouds 

Meditate on Ecclesiastes

And trust that God has it all figured out