Eternal Waves of Grain

Eternal Waves of Grain
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** Eternal Waves of Grain **

This world of sand has many grains
Each worth the same amount
To count it all would lock our brains
This time too vast to count

A lifetime takes just eighty years
This span a grain of sand
With all the pain and too few cheers
Why loathe the rest of land

God offers us the time of dirt
Its joys won’t end, not ever
Just offer Him your grain of hurt
And cry no more, forever

But most, no pleasure gets deferred
Before this life is done
We work a third, then sleep a third
There’s not much left for fun

Since worldly fun is sin as well
We’re choosing up our teams
Though many souls may end in hell
They won’t revise their dreams

They’ll bet it all, this span of life
Their single grain a vapor
So little fun among the strife
It looked so good on paper

The sand to some, a fatal flaw
All blinded like buffoons
Eternal life they never saw
Laid hidden by the dunes

© Earl Pearl 2020

Hello, dear @Ruth
Interesting read, is this a poem you wrote? Or a song? I liked a lot, but felt confused a little with some of it haha. But I liked this part a lot:

We sometimes believe that God makes us suffering, well no! We make the suffering to ourselves and others. If we bring those feelings and practice the teaching of the Lord we will not feel bad about them, we will be rejoiced by his love and affection, truly happy!
What do you think?
Kind regards, Luis Guerrero

I used to write poems before but I stopped when I was starting to get anxiety. This is very nice.
Same with @Luis_Ruiz I like the part where you said
Just offer Him your grain of hurt
And cry no more, forever
It reminds me of one of the verses I cling unto whenever I get anxious:
1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

Hi @Ruth, this poem of “Eternal Waves of Grain” help me to understand somehow what the Bible said “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou ‭art‭, and unto dust shalt thou return.”
Genesis 3:19, KJV
Whenever we face the waves of grains, God still offer to us an eternal life.

I like to pick a highlighted word for me:

But most, no pleasure gets deferred
Before this life is done
We work a third, then sleep a third
There’s not much left for fun.

It shows how we do our life daily. Realizing the things we have done everyday, sometimes good is taken apart. However we should appreciate things that comes in the lifetime.