Mankind was born
Once this universe was set up,
Designed by God
As a playground to explore.
I believe the universe
Will never get packed up,
And that when we reach the end,
There will always be more.

Reality is actually beautiful.
If you cannot see this,
You simply lack truth.
But that is not bad news,
For it is hope that you can
Upgrade your own reality
Every passing day
By discovering and uncovering
The truth bit by bit,
And therefore free your heart
From the small thinking
Of your old self.
I look back at my old self,
And I see someone
With small thinking.
I was afraid of reality
And angry at reality
But more and more,
As I am learning the truth,
I am falling in love with reality,
And what can beat that?!

Your reality reflects your heart.
When your heart is warm,
Reality is sweet.
When your heart is cold,
Reality is bitter.
Look after your heart.
Let God nurture it
And restore it.
Come and give it to him.
For it is not the location
Of your body,
But rather,
The location of your heart
That determines your peace.
Keep your heart alive
In the presence of your creator.

If life has a purpose,
What would it be?
Getting to know God
Before entering eternity?
Becoming someone God can entrust
With Kingdom responsibility?
Learning how to give ourselves
To loving sacrificially?
Training us for the future world,
Where God's children reign victoriously?
Building friendships through life's hardships
That nothing and no one can come between?
Accomplishing works and fulfilling dreams
That bring Heaven's joy to humanity?
I believe all of the above could be true,
As well as more I currently cannot see.

If poems were seeds,
How many could you plant
If you lived a full life,
And worked like an ant?
It would be amazing to have
Your own poetry forest,
Observing your thought life
Through poems clear and honest.
As this world is changing
And you are moving forward,
Don't forget to keep planting
Seeds to become your new orchard.