We worry over things that turn out well;
We tend to break our head by habit much;
Things take a natural time to take their shape;
Could buds become seeds without blossoming?
If landscapes can’t be bettered, let them be;
Each building crumbles however strong-built;
Just take efforts to improve society;
If it will not improve, just don’t worry.
Time will decide and heal all wounds by scar;
Nature will teach lessons through disasters;
Man cannot think that he can rule all things;
The Maker’s more destructive than all man’s!
But man must learn to become quickly wise;
Our earthly stay is too ephemeral;
The aim of life must not be forgotten;
Within the time-frame, let’s do concrete things.
Our spiritual journey must be right on course;
We tend to veer by sins: but keep the road;
The soul must be prepared for Heaven’s gates;
Can God defile His own Holy Abode?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-16-2005
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem just makes me wonder what would Saint Augustine of Hippo say about your poetry because I think he would really like it. WELL DONE! ! !