Sonnet: Blame Oneself Poem by Dr John Celes

A leaf so young has withered on a tree;
A mighty branch has broken off the trunk;
A bud has failed to blossom splendidly;
A fruit unripe into the soil has sunk.

A lamb that strayed has fallen from a cliff;
A sparrow held by eagle’s claws cries out;
A mountain-goat is icy-cold and stiff;
A boxer dies suddenly in a bout.

Some sufferings come like a bolt from blue;
Some woes can make a person’s will to fade;
Some blunder made annihilates a few;
The price of sin is death to soul God-made.

Why blame the God of love for faults our own?
The Maker is the benefactor lone.