Mere labor can’t give success in our life;
Our perseverance is more important;
Some luck and pluck may work out amidst strife;
God gives us wisdom when prayers we chant.
Man’s struggle is futile without God’s part;
Impeccable schedules and plans don’t work;
Man’s nurtured talents may further his art;
God’s blessings serve as final finish stroke!
Man by himself cannot do many things;
Great feats are done with God as Friend and Guide;
Money and power fail even for kings;
Our common-sense helps us life’s waves to ride!
Our earthly feats must help fellow creatures;
Mundane pastures evoke divine raptures!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-26-2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i heard once, that if one does what poor people do... life will not en-rich one, and you'll keep getting what you're getting, if you keep doing what you're; re doing. your poem 'nursed, ' as well as, provided me with another prescription for success.