Utterly Boring • Ecclesiastes 1

Everything's boring, utterly boring — 

no one can find any meaning in it. 

Boring to the eye, boring to the ear. 

What was will be again, 

what happened will happen again. 

There's nothing new on this earth. 

Year after year it's the same old thing. 

Does someone call out, "Hey, this is new"? 

Don't get excited — it's the same old story. 

 

Ecclesiastes 1:8-10

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I wake up in the dark
hearing the baby cry
wanting me to hold her,
wanting me.

I plop her back in her bed
and stumble out to the kitchen.

Dishes wait to go be put away,
my stomach grumbles to be fed.

Books, papers, toys, headphones
lay scattered in places they should not be.

Dust floats in the sunlight that
that shines through finger smudged windows.

Another day, full of the same things
that happened yesterday.

Dishes, dust, dirt.
Crayons, cries, crumbs.

Laundry waits to be folded,
the vacuum waits to be used.

Again.

Didn't I just do that yesterday?
The sameness never ends.

Where is the new, the fresh, the exciting?
Is this all there is to life?

The same Bible, the same verses,
pen and notebook wait to be used
as I ask You to speak.

Show me what You want me to see.

And there it is.
There You are.

You speak through Words
I have read so many times before.

The fresh Word floods my mind,
overflowing to my heart.