Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Sonnet: Lord, Let Me Be Of Better Use To Thee - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
O, thread me through Thy needle’s eye, my Lord,
And darn the tattered Cloth of Creation!
That men and devils, bruised and sowed discord,
Amongst all earthlings and every nation.
And make me tongs, to grip each iron-piece
Of man, on the anvil of creation;
And hammer them into their forms with ease!
Give me O Lord, this useful vocation!
Use me as water for thine clay, O Lord!
To give it desired softness and make
Intended pots of every kind from sod,
Before the earthly furnace can them bake.
Put me to better use, Almighty God,
Although, Thou made me also from mere Clod!
Dedicated to most beloved
Brothers- DGS Dinakaran and Paul Dinakaran
Sisters- Stella Dinakaran and Evangeline Paul
And dearest children- Sam, Sharon and Sweety
by Dr John Celes, Indian Doctor-Poet
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