Alfred Nobel, The Noble Soul Poem by Dr John Celes

The man who made the dynamite
For good of humankind,
Amassed a fortune enormous,
But left a noble will!

Through childhood struggles, he rose high,
And reached a peak in fame;
Philosophy was his liking,
And poetry, his love.

He learnt the truth of life on earth,
And human destiny;
With mind of wisdom, art of love,
He understood God's part.

An owner of several patents,
He was a man of science;
He loved awarding scientists, so,
He left a will that way.

Oh, what a noble soul he was,
Who left his toil and wealth,
To glorify belabored men,
Women, who served just science!

But when he left his will at last,
He added global peace;
A single soul and man of science,
Left wealth for health of all.

‘He was a riddle, ' may be, yes;
‘All are riddles, ' he said;
‘With birth in pain and tortured end,
What is this clay's purpose? '

May God bless Alfred Nobel then
Rewarding him heaven;
A noble soul, he turned to be,
Scientist par excellence!
Dedicated most lovingly to the noble soul

Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-10-2014