Mirror of a Sorrowful Session

This is a reflection of the book Ecclesiastes, read the 12 chapters, then read my poem and it will make a great deal more sense. Me and my amateur poetry... haha.

A, C, C, D, E, G, J, K, L, M, P, R, S, S, and God.
By: Erica Martinez

He said it all was vanity,
The doing of humanity.
A vapor in the language old
The sorrow of the story told
Of accolades and family too
What good can come of what you knew?

What hope lies in the weight of man?
Of what importance is the plan?
Success is near but never close
What can it be that hinders most?
To answer would be vain as well
Confusion’s home is where we dwell.

Understanding is hard to find
‘Cause God is God and we are blind.
What joy can be if folly taught
Is to be glad without a thought?
Doomed are we to live in sorrow,
Ever dreading what’s tomorrow.

A task we have to hope in, though,
It’s vapor too but off we go.
God’s gift to man supposedly
Should bring us joy and jubilee.
Make no mistake I don’t complain,
The work is good, but what’s to gain?

If action is approved by God,
Who’s to hinder the façade?
Drink and laugh and smile for now
Keep quiet mouths, break not your vow.
Fear God and trudge the narrow road,
This duty is on you bestowed.

Hope in the storm of the unknown
Rest in the love beneath the throne.
‘Tis up to God to bring in time
The beauty of another kind,
A love that far surpasseth me
That gives me purpose all to thee.