Eternal ecstasy naked eyes can’t see
Unimaginable treasures waiting for me
Though it’s a struggle requiring tenacity
Hope doesn’t disappoint.
To a fallen world I don’t belong
A nomad here, Earth’s not my home
Possessions and riches, they come and they’re gone
Looking forward to a better place.
The above is the beginning of a piece I started writing while I was in Canada. Like most of my writing, it was birthed during one of my quiet times. I wrote it thinking about the peace and stillness that my creator breathes into me, despite the loud noise of a crazy world.
Life is hard, but as long as there is hope, there’s continuation. My hope is not in something tangible though. It’s not in material possessions, vocational success, affluence, nor status. I can’t take these things with me when my time here is up. My hope is in my God who has always been, is and will always be ever-present and all-loving.
I thought I was writing a poem when I wrote this. After reading it though, seems to me that it feels more like a song. What do you think?
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Do you find happiness in the tangible things this world has to offer? Do these tangibles bring true joy and soul-filled satisfaction? Are acquiring possessions, status, personal peace and affluence the answer to having a successful and fulfilling life?
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