Ecclesiastes

Idle Hands Unravel

A cord of three strands
Shall not be quickly broken –
But beware idle hands,
Which pick and unravel –
Returning to weak single threads

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired in part by a reversal of Ecclesiastes 4:12 – a cord of three strands, returned to one overpowered.

Nothing New Under the Sun #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

I have seen all the things
That are done under the sun;
All of them are meaningless,
A chasing after the wind.
 
The wind blows to the south,
And turns to the north;
Round and round it goes,
Ever returning on its course;
What has been will be again,
what has been done will again be done.

Wisdom is better than folly,
As light is better than darkness,
The wise have eyes in their heads,
While the fool walks in the darkness;
But the same fate awaits both,
For all that man ever learns
Foolish errors shall be made again.

I have seen all the things
that are done under the sun;
all of them are meaningless,
a chasing after the wind.

I denied myself nothing my eyes desired,
I refused my heart no pleasure;
My heart took delight in all my labours,
And this was the reward for all my toil:
When I surveyed all, that my hands had done,
Which I had toiled to achieve,
Yet there was nothing new under the sun.

What do people get for all the toil,
Anxious striving, as they labour under the sun?
All their days their work is grief and pain;
even at night their minds do not rest.

I saw everything was meaningless,
A chasing after the wind;
Nothing was gained under the sun.

Day 8 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017, and the official prompt at NaPoWriMo.net is to write a poem that relies on repetition of a phrase, or just a word. This poem draws on the verses of Ecclesiastes in the bible’s Old Testament.

Time and Chance #NaPoWriMo2017 #GloPoWriMo2017

The race is not always to the quick –
Even the fleetest foot may falter;
Nor the battle ever to the strong,
If weaker forces choose higher ground;
Food is not guaranteed to the wisest –
Famine is no respecter of rank;
Noor wealth earned by the most brilliant,
Even dullards shall inherit fathers’ lands;
Favour may not be granted to the learned,
Giants on whose shoulders others stand;
I have seen nothing new under the Sun –
Truly, time and chance affect them all.

written in response to the NaPoWriMo.net prompt for Day 7 of Na/GloPoWriMo2017: to write a poem about luck and fortuitousness. This one draws on verse 11 from Ecclesiastes 9 in the bible’s Old Testament.

Meaningless as Chasing After the Wind

What do people gain
From toil under the sun?
My heart took its delight,
Found pride in my own labour;
A chasing after the wind –
This was its only reward!
Yet when I surveyed
All that my hands had achieved,
Over which I had toiled –
Everything was meaningless,
A chasing after the wind,
Nothing gained under the sun.

Generations pass,
The earth remains forever;
The days dawn and set,
The winds blow round the compass,
All streams flow into the sea –
Creation’s order prevails;
Everything God does
Originates and endures,
Through His time for all;
What is has already been,
What will be has been before –
God will call all to account.

He made everything
Beautiful for its due time;
Eternity set
By Him in the human heart;
To fathom all God has done
Is chasing after the wind!
Man’s pleasure and pride,
His own vain accomplishments
Claimed aside of God;
Advancement by man’s own works –
All are meaningless,
Just chasing after the wind!

written in response to today’s prompt at The Daily Post, and inspired by the opening chapters of the book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible’s Old Testamentthe book of Ecclesiastes in the Bible’s Old Testament

Chasing After the Wind

Written following this week’s Daily Post writing challenge for Tanka poetry:

The fool folds his hands,
In envy of his neighbour,
Choosing idleness –
His envy is meaningless,
Like chasing after the wind

– inspired by Ecclesiastes 4:4-6