Nothing on earth can happen on its own;
All things require sanction that’s divine;
No one since birth is really alone;
Heaven decides inebriety of wine!
Only a fool expects his labor’s worth;
Some soar much higher than they can, not long;
Some woes befall in periods after mirth;
A silence dead comes after every song!
Let man not think that he achieves all things;
The Maker has allowed a freedom strange;
No one is truly great even ’midst kings;
God-given talents are umptine in range!
Let man not boast about his mundane pelf;
Without God’s help, nothing man does himself!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-23-2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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So it has been written, so it will be done. We cannot change earth's final destiny.but we do have the power to choose our own.. Grace that cannot be measured, mercy that cannot be fully defined.. Wonderful work, Dr. Celes. Warm regards, Sandra