Just take the good in every man;
Ignore the bad things if you can;
The Lord decides each one’s life-span;
Our good / bad are weighed by His pan!
Each birthday tells we’re much older;
With passing years, some get bolder;
God looks into each one’s folder;
One’s heart should never get colder!
We are what we are by God’s grace;
We must not don a mask for face;
No one escapes Almighty’s gaze;
Our bad records we must efface!
The short-cut route is sometimes fast;
It will not however long last;
The present soon becomes the past;
Man’s misdeeds make him an outcast!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-25-2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We were all created in HIS image, and as HE is the only ONE who knows us in wholeness & loves us unconditionally, there can be no Masks, as when we wear them, it is as if it were made of fragile glass.Easy to break, and injurethe person you truly are, and so clear to see through from thestart.Nicepiece, Doctor...Always a pleasure to read your work, '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK