Song of Joel, Job, Solomon… Life is Vapor…
In the vast ocean of life, I swam with fervent might, Chasing dreams like stars in the endless night. I raced through the storms, with an iron will, Believing each horizon held a promise to fulfill.
I scaled the mountains, conquered the peaks,
With visions of glory, and accolades I’d seek.
I held in my heart the laurels of fame,
Nobel prizes and honors, a celebrated name.
Now, as I gaze through the mirror of time,
I see the truth hidden in life’s silent rhyme.
What I called perseverance, a relentless quest,
Was but a shadow dance, a fool’s behest.
For each wave I conquered, each summit I scaled,
Was chasing illusions, where my spirit failed.
The castles I built, the empires I dreamed,
Turned to vapor and dust, not as they seemed.
I thought the next dawn held the crown I sought,
With just a bit more striving, the victory I’d caught.
But the matrix of life, with its glittering snare,
Revealed its true nature, a fleeting affair.
In the end, all my striving, my relentless pursuit,
Was vanity’s echo, a bitter fruit.
For life and love, and accomplishments grand,
Are gifts undeserved, from a higher hand.
And now, as I stand at the twilight’s gate,
I see the one truth, through the veil of fate.
Jesus, my Savior, my anchor, my guide,
Is all that I needed, with Him by my side.
All else is a mirage, a grace undeserved,
A beautiful gift from the One whom I’ve served.
So I lay down my burdens, my dreams and my pride,
And rest in His promise, with arms open wide.
For in Him, I find solace, in Him, I find peace,
A love everlasting that will never cease.
No more delusions, no more chasing the wind,
Just the grace of my Savior, my Lord, and my friend.
In the end, it’s a favor, a truth to embrace,
That Jesus is all, in this fleeting race.
Anything else is a bonus, a gift from above,
But undeserved, like His boundless love.
In moments of peril, some see their life flash by,
A rapid reel of memories, a swift goodbye.
But I see mine in slow motion, a tragic ballet,
A train wreck unfolding, boxcars in disarray.
Each impact is crushing, each moment prolonged,
A cascade of despair, where all hope seems wronged.
Over the edge, the wreckage does fall,
No effort or cunning can alter it all.
Perseverance and cleverness, they falter and fail,
Hopefulness crumbles, like a ship in a gale.
Yet giving up is a path never taken,
For within lies a spirit, unbroken, unshaken.
Though the outer self withers, wasting away,
The inner self renews, day by day.
Momentary distress, light as it seems,
Produces a glory, beyond all dreams.
So we gaze not at the seen, but the unseen,
For the visible is fleeting, like a dream.
The invisible is eternal, imperishable, strong,
A transcendent splendor, where we belong.
Therefore, we do not lose heart, nor despair,
For within us, renewal is always there.
Through trials and troubles, we find our way,
Love and Live Zoe TODAY, come what may.
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Khalilullah Ahrar
The Sun burns in itself but shines the world. You are like a Sun in your galaxy surrounded by stars bound by your intelligence, kindness, and eminence like gravitational force.
I have learned a lot from you and because of you. I want to mention one thing that I always remember.
Once you mentioned that when you want to achieve goal you do your research and figure out how to do it and who to chose for the tasks. When you choose the person after observing their abilities you give them your full trust to fulfil the task, in return the person will finish the job with their full capability. If not trusted the person will hide their capabilities.
I wish I had the chance to hear and learn more from you.
“Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.” – George Eliot
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Michael H Peters
Khalilullah Ahrar thank you for your kind and thoughtful words. Blessings upon you and your family.
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Chad Schollaert
Did you write this, Michael?
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Michael H Peters
Chad Schollaert I did. I wrote it as I was needing to process my place in this present age – after finding out last week I have an “acute fracture” in the lower spine acquired during an Ohio open heart surgery aorta valve replacement somehow (reopened for excessive bleeding, then a punctured collapsed lung via scalpel presumably), bone on bone, plus bone spurs, plus lordosis sclerosis and osteophytosis with vacuum phenomenon at multiple levels disease most pronounced L3-4 through L5-S1 levels. The “poem” was just me looking Up I hope. I could “press through pain” as Steve Prefontaine would have said, and I always have done so in 10k’s and IronMan Triathlons. Heart surgery heals, hopefully. But fractures you don’t “press through”. It was a wake up call. The “poem” was me admitting “pain” isn’t the issue. I’ll have to rise to something bigger than me with Someone bigger than me.
