Like chaff in wind, the wicked disappear;
Their evil deeds will vanish without trace;
From righteous souls, good deeds galore appear,
Reminding all, their memories and face.
Good seeds in soil that’s good will grow as trees
Verdure, with flowers, fruits always on time;
Bad seeds in any soil can’t grow but cease;
Goodness prevails and blooms turning sublime.
The evil minds and hearts do try their best,
But cannot root but die an early death;
The righteous live to toil and serve with zest;
They leave legendary work behind on earth.
The mind of God is not discernable;
The plans of Almighty, unstoppable.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-12-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem