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Isaac Jul 2018
The blue planet twirls.
Humans call it days.

They all live and breathe
under Sun's golden rays.

Smoke comes and goes,
so does life's ways.

The human heart is
what forever stays.

So check it twice.
It bears God's gaze.

His work on it
is what remains.

Those who seek him,
he will raise.
Written 25 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
A rock spins inside a world
too large for us to see.

On it is many creatures,
including you and me.

We've never known what it's like
to live on another rock.

It seems to me that somehow
we have found the best spot.

We weren't the ones who found this speck
of the universe, which we dwell.

It was something else that put us here.
It's not very hard to tell.

Our creator knew this precious rock
was specially reserved for us.

From his playful heart of love,
he built it as our flying bus.
Written 25 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
If you would stop waiting
for people to acknowledge you,
and create a great thing
that is beautiful through and through,
results will speak for you.

So change your focus
from accolades and human praise
to inventing real value
that blesses Earth’s future days,
and you will receive joy that is true.
Written 24 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
It’s the end of your life.
You’re legitimately dying.

You make a wish to return
to the moment you read this poem.

Here you are now.
It worked.
Written 24 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
white pages before me
pure as snow

no mark, no scratch
no story to show

page after page
waiting to be used

patient, at peace
excited, and amused

each page a day
of the future world

anticipating the time
when their purpose will unfold

who will be a part of them?
everyone but those yet to be

who will enjoy them most?
the people who now get ready
Written 1 July 2018

Start purposefully and knowingly planting seeds now.
Isaac Jul 2018
Each day a movie I watch
inside a body I feel.

Outside of what I see,
I control a person that’s real.

Born before my birth.
Beyond my being, I be.

My soul rests in a deeper world
enwrapped by eternity.

Death a door that leads outside
this home I know so well.

Slipping outside on a special day,
I'll find my real home to dwell.
Written 24 July 2018
Isaac Jul 2018
I made a new friend,
Though old she may be.

Spotting her at the end,
I invited her for tea.

Sitting with me for a moment.
My worries became obsolete.

Her sting so potent.
It made everything sweet.
Written 21 July 2018

I have learned that your own death can become a valuable friend.

John Eldredge says it beautifully:

The most dangerous man on earth is the man who has reckoned with his own death. All men die; few men ever really live.

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