Wise Historian

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Dec 8

Are the wise looking for a prize?
Or do they spy the sky for a mystery?
Above a book they rise with dim eyes
They write misery but speak liberty

When young, they taught what they thought
Their riddles, hair now silvery, sound like trickery
On the way they sought what they ought not
If caught in simplicity, you can’t chart their trajectory

Study the past young one
Don’t be undone
Don’t unravel
Fear the almighty gavel
Travel to the finish line
With the Lord as your lifeline

The intelligent guess at the future
The wise see clearly past the delivery
Those who profess knowledge suggest a suture
The wise choose to be an accessory in history

The wise commemorate the faithful one to create
Us in His own image, praise God for His victory
The foolish frustrate while they attempt to narrate
As the wise calmly sit, scribbling eternal mystery

Study the past young one
Don’t be undone
Don’t unravel
Fear the almighty gavel
Travel to the finish line
With the Lord as your lifeline

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Matt Antis

Matt Antis creates online as a freelance writer and novelist who formerly lived as a serial small-business entrepreneur. His life’s goal is to share knowledge, encourage, and challenge others through a coach-student relationship.

An unexpected deployment with the Army in 2009 halted his scholastic achievement, but! He learned the bulk of business in the proverbial trench elbow to elbow with a team of professionals who he is forever grateful for.

When he’s not being a husband, dad, shooting his bow or training parkour, you can find him teaching Sunday school, advising parkour gyms, writing for inkjotkingdom.com and his wife’s children’s book website, whitneyantis.com.

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