God breathed life into dust to make each man,
And gave him soul to realize His love;
And made each, uniquely, both man, woman:
And keep soul sin-free, and one’s love to prove.
All earthlings must perish some day on earth,
And leave behind all earthly things, we got;
A great blessing indeed is every birth;
There is no thing we call as our sheer lot!
Are we prepared to embrace death that day?
It comes thief-like to cut the thread of life;
How many can to death then bravely say,
‘I’m ready for your cruel, ruthless knife! ’
All earthlings die to turn again to clay,
Releasing soul for God’s Last Judgment Day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem