Another I poem I wrote sum twenty years ago.

Its all about love.

It took forty years — forty long years for me to wake up! …What if He ceased knocking? Had given up? …A stagnant existence at best; an unthinkable scenario at worst… But that would never, ever happen.

This is a story set one hundred and ten trillion years after the Big Bang. A peek into the distant future. Some deliberate echoes of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells.

Death is not the end of life for the Christian but only the very beginning of life eternal.

My interpretation of John 12: 47-50.

Only thinking about forever when one is young not considering that the Lord may have special plans for your life,and you may not have long.

Poetry.

We, most of the time strived to be the best that we can be. We want this and that. We got so busy in getting what we want that we sometimes compromised our eternal life. If getting what we want most would cause danger to our final destiny, would you think twice of chasing your dreams?

Is freedom for the price…