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  Aug 2018 Isaac
Rumi
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.
Isaac Aug 2018
You have a relationship
With everything and everyone
It exists no matter how
Disengaged or how young
You even have one with me
Probably surfacing just now
It has potential to bloom or die
Completely depending on how
You respond to this connection
A poem out of all things
If you act to upgrade it
You could discover what it brings
Written 15 August 2018
Isaac Aug 2018
you live in an environment
that dictates your requirement
as well as your confinement
so make it your assignment
to be extra violent
in tending its refinement
giving it realignment
for it is compliant
Written 15 August 2018
Isaac Aug 2018
My youth is nearly sealed,
A letter for anyone to read.
All my choices noted down.
God's judgement guaranteed.
I made so many mistakes,
Though I tried my very best.
Whatever challenges life gave,
I hope I passed the test.
My joy lies in being
Pottery in my creator's hands.
I know he is the only one
Who forever understands.
Written 15 August 2018

God sees us, knows us, and understands us.

For some, this is a truth that brings terror. For others, this is a truth that brings peace. To whoever is reading this, I hope and pray it is the latter.

2 Corinthians 5:10
Isaac Aug 2018
death is mean
as mean as it gets
snaring precious souls
in hateful nets
pulling them down
to the realm of the dead
not caring what was
or was not unsaid
destroying human flesh
vicious and cruel
choking all hope
of any renewal
while death feasts on
the flesh of those around you
live now to the fullest
before it pulls you to the ground too.
Written 15 August 2018
Isaac Aug 2018
milky way a spot
in the span of the
universe
resting in the hands of
our creator
to be nursed

web of stars spread
generously abroad
could creatures born
into this world
ever become bored?

from the heavens'
full perspective
this planet is oh-so small
though for us humans
who live on it
it is a mega ball

the architect
of everything
looks after heaven and earth
his gentle love so evident
how could I not thank him
for my birth?
Written 14 August 2018
Isaac Aug 2018
honour can be likened
to a bird timid and glorious
flitting to and fro
sometimes arboreous
looking for a tree
to frolic and adorn
which could be you or me
but it only will be drawn
to trees that have
the same kind of bird
but trees with none
will sadly be deferred.
Written 14 August 2018
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