just a thought on a dreary day

Sometimes it feels like you are sharing your pleasures and spiritual gifts with others, but - for once - who reads or shares your feelings? You are as alone as ever, because that is not the present style of life. Who cares about other people's feelings? - They do create anxiety and stress, but - who cares to share them? Spirit - if we have one - and we do not think about it, at least not often without provocation. Life goes on regardles. We do think that we are doing the best we know how. What? We are so involved in todays technical - digital runs of serving problems (they are not digital), that we do not remember or have an excuse that life is too busy to find time for personal conections. As you grow older, like I do (where is the point to say you are getting old) as any day of life, every day is a change and we are not the ones to know what the next day will bring, that is if one believes that there is God who runs our life wether we like it or not. God created us - we come naked in this world and we have to leave it likely barely dressed or incinerated with who knows what rags on.
Where does love go? Have we had one? Did we appriciate it and tried to share the joy of it with others?
Mystery? Or just convenient life taken for granted without any questions where does it come from? Has God made provision to sustain us?
This is one of these days I have to think about, though I don't think I will ever get the answer..

It's finished an other book

That is the cover of my book that has been done for Christmas presents, at least I think so. I feel good accomplishing it. There always is the question why am I still here and what can I do. I think I've done some, God helping. No one can make a living writing poetry, but they might make people think and possibly change their life. I am no preacher, but I know the world and all in it is the Lords creation and we can try to make the best according to His will.