No one is impregnable against sin;
No one is destined to be a saint at birth;
Battles against temptations, we must win,
And live life less impulsively on earth.
The Soul is fortified by grace from God,
And virtues make it more impregnable;
While walking in the shadow of the Lord
Our trek to Heaven is made possible.
Repent, we must therefore for failures/ sins;
Our venial sins take us to Purgatory;
Let gaze be steady; we must never wince;
The devils know the knack of oratory.
And yet, the hand of God will safeguard us,
From temptations and any unknown curse.
6-19-2002 by Dr John Celes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Whether to make a saint out of a savage in us, or the reverse, it is mostly of our own making. Our efforts in the first category are blessed by God, whereas in the other, we are pulled down and down by the Devil. It takes a great effort to be righteous but it is worth it…once you take off, you won’t ever stray from it. An inspiring sonnet. # 10.