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.

this world will spin
mankind will buzz
people will die
new eras will begin
our graves wait
pulling us steadily
with the rope of time
some long
some short
some very short
which could be you
so do not live
without this truth
in your mind
and in your
heart

The future waits for you,
Knowing you will show up.
It sees you right now
In this old world,
This old era.
It finds you entertaining.
Watching the way you live
Thinking so little of the future.
But it knows you will arrive.
It just wishes you were
Aware of that right now,
While you are in the old world.

To write is to breathe.
Letting out the inner heart,
the inner mind,
the inner life.

Write, for it is good.
Don't wait to be understood.
Just write like nobody can stop you.
Write out your dreams,
your revelation.

Write new and fresh lines.
For there is a whole world in you
to let out.
And time is short.

To write is to breathe!
Don't hold anything in.
Be free.
Be alive.

You choose the influences that guide your life's steady stream.

We often are blind
To the value of things
Given without a price.

People, poems
Oxygen, parents
Your body and
Wise advise.

What is poetry,
but your heart's voice
singing into reality?

buried inside
the black dirt of space
stars watch on
from their place
laughing and singing
songs of light
gazing upon
the pleasurable sight
faraway marble
ball of mystery
floating marvel
twirling blissfully
inside a universe
painted with love
everything praising
our God above

The future everyone has forgotten about now.
So do what your heart truly wants to do,
Inside these forgotten days.

to show up is what
counts
to be there is what
matters
so make that your
priority
even if the whole world
scatters

How beautiful is the Present;
A gift of infinite choice!

If time on Earth is short,
then time with people is less.

So be the spark
in each other's dark.

This is true success.

If life had no adventure,
Where would this world be today?
So much progress would be lost,
Grand stories washed away.
Victories would be dimmer;
Friendships would be dry.
Courage wouldn't be needed;
Merely existing till we die.
I am so glad life doesn't lack
Experiences that come with surprise.
They give us challenges to solve,
Causing the hero in us to rise.

Today restarts every morning,
But relationships forever develop.

Thoughts can be touched from no matter how far.
So think of good things no matter where you are.

From inside a room of computers
I look out and see
Nature smiling at me.
I look back at my screen.

Feet push flat sand down.
New footprints mark the grainy ground.

Looking up to where they head,
a cliff stands, mouth open to be fed

by crashing waves. They spray me gently
with mist, carried by the ocean breeze.

Feet stop. Gaze turns to see
endless sparkles smiling at me,
reaching to a moon floating free.

Such beauty kisses my eyes until my heart stops.
What do I do with such love? My entire body flops.

Lying on soft sand embracing me.
I hear the crickets sing and waters racing happily.

I give up on pathetic time wasting.
It's time I discover this real world I am tasting.

I know there is a person behind it all.
He has captured my heart.
I am lovesick for
Jesus.
He's the one behind it all.

Go look into a mirror
And tell me what you see.
A thriving soul that loves you
Or a soul in misery?
You’ll know which one is true
Whether it be sorrow or it be glee,
And you’re the one with the power
To choose which one it will be.

People spending life
to earn more money
is what makes time
think mankind is funny.

Using our days
to make a 'living',
not realising what
each second is giving.

We each should devote
our minutes to what
will matter once time
has used up our lot.

A world of wonder surrounds us each day.
So magnificently grand, I don't know what to say!

Other than the fact that I am in love with the one
who invented it all before heaven and earth began!

Cut into your day, for this cake is yours.
Don’t let it be eaten by endless chores.

Everything and everyone wants a piece.
If you sit and observe, you’ll see it decrease,

until it is gone. No more to be seen.
Haven’t you noticed? They licked it clean!

So hurry up! Go grab a knife.
Cut and eat, before it’s your life.

When you die, you’re the one who’ll be dead.
You’ll watch from your grave as everyone else gets fed.

They’ll glance at your tombstone, saying, ‘You had your lot',
and go on with their lives, leaving you thinking, 'What?'

Can the truth be seen
through Satan's smokescreen?

Can innocence be gained
once purity is stained?

Can love be born
in a heart that's torn?

Can hope be yours
inside life's wars?

Do not expect the answer from me.
But I'll tell you this:
"Look to God, and you'll see!"

Ultimately, what you believe, you are.

Look behind every poem and you'll quickly see

a person that's trying to make sense of reality,

digging their heart and mind to find sanity,

while trying to connect with the rest of humanity.

If this isn't true, then it must be just me

doing my best to set my thoughts free.

But I know it is true, because I can see

a million other poems that completely agree.

Who touches your heart the most
Making you come alive?
Who draws out gold in you
That you on your own can't contrive?
Who raises you to your glory
Surprising even yourself?
Who picks you up and reads you
When most put you on the shelf?
Who transports you to another world
Of magic when they are around?
Who speaks from rich wells deep
That you lean closer to hear the sound?
Who carries an atmosphere of warmth
No matter how cold the weather?
Who connects with you so frightfully well
That you know you were born to be together?
Whoever this gift from heaven is
Pour your whole soul into them.
Whatever on earth the cost is
Give it all up to secure this gem.

This world is what it is.
Events are what they are.

Good things are real.
Bad things are real.
This world isn't playing pretends.

So be careful.