Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXXVIII)
Out of the storm, God addressed Job:
‘Who’s that who obscures divine plans,
Through ignorant words of a man?
Gird up your loins and ready be,
To answer now, my each query! ’
I’ll prove your understanding’s dearth!
Where were you when I made the earth?
Who measured earth’s size, can you tell?
Who laid its cornerstone so well?
Who stretched the measuring line for it,
While morning stars did sing and shout,
When sunk were earth’s pedestals firm?
Who shut the sea at birth from harm?
Who clad the clouds in garment sky?
Who made the darkness in bands lie?
Who latched the bar across sea’s door,
So as to still its mighty roar?
Can you command the morning sun?
Have you shown ev’r the place for dawn
To shake the wicked off surface,
And hold the ends of earth in place?
The earth is changed by seal like clay,
And dyed like garment by a Fay;
The arm of pride is shattered right
From wicked ones, withholding light.
Do you know where the sea begins,
Or walked the depths of abyss since?
Have you been shown the gates of death,
Or gates of how darkness has birth?
Can you the earth’s breadth comprehend,
Wherein darkness dwells, apprehend?
Which is the way to light’s abode?
Or place all in their homeward mode?
Were you then born ahead of all?
Your age in years, can’t you recall?
Have you been to the snow’s store-house?
Have you been to the hail’s ware-house?
For times of stress, I have reserved;
For days of war, I have preserved;
Where do the winds part o’er the earth?
And whence the east wind has its birth?
Who lays the channel for the rain?
Who shows the thunderstorm its lane?
Who brings the rain to no-man’s land,
To desolate wilderness’ sand?
To make the desert too, verdure;
Where blossoms plants unknown, mature;
Who is the father of the rain?
Dew-drops- who has them begotten?
Out of whose womb comes frost and ice,
When stone-held captive, water lies?
Can you undo The Orion’s bonds?
Give color to the forest fronds?
Can you bring in the right seasons?
Or guide The Bear’s train with reasons?
Do you know heav’n’s ordinances
And execute them on earth’s plans?
Can your voice tear through clouds aloud?
Or stormy waters, you enshroud?
Can you send lightning on their way?
‘Here we are! ’ to you, do they say?
Who counts the clouds in His wisdom?
Who tilts sky-waters to freedom?
Who fuses earthly dust to mass?
Who feeds the lion-cubs or ass?
Who brings the prey to lioness?
Who taught it to crouch in boldness?
Who gives the cock its crowing skill?
Who gives the ravens their due fill?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-16-2007
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXVIII)
There is a place for everything:
A mine for gold, and for silver;
Extracted is iron from earth;
And melted is from stone, copper.
Out of the earth, our food comes first;
It also gives us golden dust;
Out of its stones, comes sapphire;
Its bowels inside is afire.
But wherefrom wisdom can be gained?
Wherefrom understanding is rained?
Nothing equal to it, man knows;
Our living earth is not its source.
It cannot be purchased by gold;
To silver too, it can’t be sold;
No precious metals can buy it;
To hold, no gold vessel is fit.
Wisdom is more than priceless stone;
Wherefrom it comes, remains unknown;
From every beast, it hidden stays;
No bird or eyes have seen its ways.
No beast has ever trodden it;
The seas, abyss are far unfit;
Abaddon never came across;
To death, it was always a cross.
God only knows the way to it;
He knows the place by mere habit;
For, He beholds the ends of earth:
All under heavens that have birth!
Even the darkness has confines;
To farthest realms, His glory shines;
He knows the nature of each rock,
And pow’r to mountains even knock.
All precious things, He knows by heart,
And probes the springs and streams by art;
All hidden things, He brings to light,
And knows the wind by weight and might.
Even the rain follows His rule;
Nothing on earth can dare Him fool;
He fixed the scope of waters too;
And knew wisdom all through and through.
To man, God said, the fear of God-
Fortitude is wisdom, Behold!
Avoiding evil, more than gold-
Understanding, comes from the Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2007
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Bible Stories: Job (chapter XXXVII)
The angry voice of God rumbles
From forth His mouth: my heart trembles;
In thunderous voice, the voice of God,
With lightning strikes the earth like rod.
God’s works are greater than man thinks;
His wonders happen as He winks;
Man cannot understand God’s mind;
The snow and rain are what men find.
And when the rain is torrential,
Indoors are men- what potential!
And beasts hurry to find refuge,
Under the huge trees from deluge.
God brings the tempest and the cold,
And frost that threatens, young and old;
And hail from clouds can scare the strong;
’Tis God who changes earthen song!
All things must happen as He plans;
All creatures to His tunes must dance;
Mercy or punishment is His;
The righteous always finds His bliss!
So, hearken Job and see His works;
The earth responds by giving jerks;
He huddles clouds to places far,
And ushers peace on men at war.
The skies get spread like mirror fast;
Who can ever find out His past?
He knows things what happen on earth,
And schedules each one’s time of birth.
The splendor of His unseen light,
Can’t reach men’s eyes when clouds are tight;
No man has ever seen Him- God;
Even the wisest can’t- how odd!
He is the Almighty, One Lord,
His awesome majesty hasn’t word!
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Red Stained the Earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
Thunder roared and lightning struck
Red stained the earth
Darkness devoured the soul
Red stained the earth
Smoke choked the air
Red stained the earth
Cries were loud but never heard
Red stained the earth
Words misunderstood
Red stained the earth
A compromise was in vain
Red stained the earth
Land was stripped of its beauty
Red stained the earth
Raped of dignity, honor and trust
Red stained the earth
Language lost, stories untold
Red stained the earth
No more tradition, no more culture
Red stained the earth
When white clouds filled the land
Red stained the earth
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter X)
I speak with bitterness of soul,
‘I hate my life; don’t prove me wrong.
O God, why do you oppose me?
Does oppression give pleasure, Lord? ’
‘Why spurn the good work of your hands?
Can’t you perceive like how man sees?
Is your lifetime akin mortals?
You know I’m not a wicked man,
And yet you seek my sins and guilt! ’
‘You fashioned me with your own hands
And then, why destroy me, O God?
From clay, you made me very well
Do you want to turn me to dust? ’
‘Like milk, you poured me, made me cheese!
You clothed my bones with flesh and skin;
You gave me grace and spirit too;
You hide your purpose in your heart! ’
‘You watch me sin but suffer guilt;
If I’m wicked, alas for me!
If righteous, what’s the advantage
To live in shame and afflicted? ’
‘A lion-like, you hunt me down
And show your mighty power, Lord;
Repeatedly, you attack me
And harass me, so often, God.’
‘Why out of womb, you brought me live?
I should have died without notice;
Had I ne’er lived, how much better?
From womb, you could have shown my tomb! ’
‘Are not my days on earth just few?
Leave me ’lone to recoup a bit,
Before I go to ne’er return,
From land of darkness and of gloom-
The land where darkness is but light! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-29-2007
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A Monsoon Precursor
till then, the earth
was choked in
sweltering heat
from nowhere
gathered swirls
of wind in a wink
and blew away light
thick black clouds
descended with the
darkness that so far
hid behind light
the clouds reached
the earth in thunderous
urgency of a lover home
after long wanderings
between flashes of light
the thick clouds rolled
down to make love
to earth in total darkness
in a flash i saw
the earth lying smug
and shining like
a pearl bathed…
satiated, she threw up
her unique perfume…
10may2009
03.10hrs
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Divine destruction
I saw the divine creator God
who constructed the stars and space
and set planets in their place
reach out His mighty hand
against His earth,
make the bright moon tremble
go dark and disappear
and the end of earth was near.
The sky vibrated in shock,
forests, trees, flowers and plants
heard his dread command
birds, animals, wicked man
and demons shrieked,
growled in terror and wept
and even the Prince of darkness
was trembling on his knees.
I heard voices from near and far,
voices proclaiming that God is fair and just
and that the hour of his judgment is here.
He raised His hand against the sun
and it shuddered and became more intense
moved from its place in space
swallowing the earth into its fiery globe
and the old earth was destroyed
as if vaporized into naught
even the morning star, son of the dawn
could not repel that fiery hell.
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Rain Drops
Here comes the grey clouds
rolling in,
Spreading rain all over the
town.
Rain drops help to moisten
the earth's beautiful green
grass.
Sidewalks once dusty are
washed and cleaned.
Rivers and lakes are given
plenty more water.
Fishes swim around happy
beneath the rain drops,
creating millions of ripples
upon the water.
Flowers and plants no longer
Thirst,
Even trees and bushes seem
to dance after a good drink
of water,
Animals get their fill of
water too.
Just Like a shower,
Rain drops clean and
cleanse everything,
Leaving the earth refreshed
and renewed.
After the storm has passed,
The sun shines spreading its
warmth.
Rain drops that are left behind
on Flowers, plants, trees and
grass,
It is like heaven for many insects
to fill their thirsty little
mouths.
Without clouds we would have no
rain drops,
Without rain drops everything would
never be the same.
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The Weather Maker
The Weather Maker reigns above, creating all weather we speak of,
The One and Only True Creator, from both the poles to the equator,
Over this planet that we call earth, He’s the Only One who can birth,
All the weather that men shall see, upon all the lands and every sea.
God alone hides the day’s light, with ominous clouds dark as night,
And whether it is snow, hail or rain, it is The Lord, Who does ordain,
All earth’s precipitation, as it falls, while, God’s mighty thunder rolls,
With piercing lights from the sky, as His lightning catches every eye.
All the winds blow where they may, whether it is the night or the day,
Winds blowing, as The Maker wills, as His purpose, The Lord fulfills,
God stirring up many angry waves, in an ocean that rants and raves,
Or moving wind on desert sands, creating dust storms on the lands.
Hurricane winds, by Him, are spawn, as their path, by God, is drawn,
With tornados, also cutting their path, from God’s destructive Wrath,
This as the very Finger of God, scores the very ground that we trod,
As The Lord God shows His Power, both day and night, at any hour.
This is The Creator, known by some, showing to all, what is to come,
Upon this earth, created by Him, that has been tainted, by man’s sin,
For soon, He’ll purge from this world, all of the evil, sin has unfurled,
Filling it with eternal joy and mirth, when our God makes a New Earth.
(Copyright ©05/2010)
Cheyenne Anthem
From the mountains to the sun, Life has only just begun.
We wed this land and pledge our souls to meet its end,
Life has only just begun
Here my people roam the earth, in the kingdom of our birth,
Where the dust of all our horses hides the sun
We are mighty on the earth, on the earth
You have come to move me, take me from my ancient home,
Land of my fathers I can't leave you now
We will share it with you, no man owns this earth we're on
Now the wheels are rolling hear the howling winds of war
It's my destiny to fight and die
Is there no solution, can we find no other way, Lord let me stay
Under the endless sky and the earth below
Here I was born to live and I will never go, oh no
But we cannot endure like the earth and the mountains
Life is not ours to keep, for a new sun is rising
Soon these days shall pass away, for our freedom we must pay
All our words and deeds are carried on the wind,
In the ground our bodies lay, here we lay
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The Babe in the Womb
This is my home;
This is my own;
I am alone;
No one’s welcome!
It is all free
For ten months’ time;
My sweet home prime,
Where I must be!
On watery bed,
I sleep for hours;
And time does pass,
And I’m not dead!
I have no shocks;
I roll about;
I do not shout;
I get no knocks!
A home, my size;
I grow, it grows;
God is my Boss;
Things are so nice.
With door just shut,
None come inside;
With God beside,
My splendid hut!
And this is where
I must stay on,
Until I’m born,
And need some air!
All is silent;
There is no light;
Things are quite bright;
I pay no rent!
God talks to me;
Calls me by name;
Reminds my aim;
To me sweetly.
I need no food;
The Lord feeds me
A meal bloody;
And things look good.
My mother calls;
I hear her not;
To sleep, I’ve got;
There are no falls!
I am all nude;
A satin-sheet,
Covers me neat,
To keep my mood!
My eyes are closed;
I cannot see
With clarity;
But I am poised;
God loves me much;
He watches me
So tenderly,
With magic touch.
I dream of days,
Of life on earth,
After my birth,
If born, in case!
I want to see
The world God made;
I wish to wade
In earthly sea!
I wish to feel
The sun’s great heat,
And place my feet
Like gliding eel.
All seems so well;
Will I be born?
Will I be torn
Apart, like hell?
I have a life
Like everyone;
I want some fun,
Despite some strife!
I hear of laws
Preventing birth,
On recent earth,
Where man is boss!
Could they kill me?
I am afraid;
I am God-made
To live freely!
Don’t make the womb,
A slaughter-house;
I bear no grouse;
Don’t build my tomb!
Have mercy, God!
I wanna live;
My love, I’ll give;
Spare me from rod.
Have pity, mum!
Don’t you love me?
I love to see
You, dad at home!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-25-2009
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When darkness stretched out through the universe
When darkness and nothing but a void
stretched out through the universe
God created stars, planets
and this place called earth
and man He created in his own image
as a conscious being, with choices to make,
a life to live and his own actions to take
but men vainly followed a deceitful being
started own undertakings to conquer one another,
to live only for pleasure, disregarding one another
falling into darkness
erecting idols from dead material things
and a time came where the wicked
were so oppressing other men,
and men were challenging God
with water falling from the sky
flowing up from the depths of the earth
He wiped the earth clear
but for the few, that knew Him
who tried to turn away from sin.
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter V)
Will none respond to your sad call?
To which one holy, you appeal?
Impatience truly kills the fool;
Resentment slays the simpleton;
Fool rooted strong has lost household;
His children are far from safety;
No one will rescue them when crushed;
Their harvest goes to hungry ones;
Or God shall destroy it by blight!
For, mischief comes not from the earth,
Nor troubles from within the ground;
Man’s sparks of mischief fly upward;
If I, I will appeal to God;
I’ll send my plea to Him instead;
He gives the rain to earth’s parched fields;
He lofts the humble to high slots;
The ones who mourn are protected;
The plans of wily run chaos;
They cannot reap success as planned;
The wise are caught in their own tricks!
Designs of crafty never work;
Darkness prevails during daytime;
They grope at noon as if night-time;
God saves the poor from death by sword,
And from the hands of mighty ones.
The ones in despair do have hope;
Happy’s the man whom God reproves!
Although, He wounds, He bonds the same;
His divine Hands will heal the hurts.
He saves you from six troubles first;
When seventh’s comes, evil can’t touch;
In famine times, you shall not starve;
In war, your life will be preserved;
Impending ruin needn’t frighten;
From scourge of tongues, you stay concealed.
God will provide in times of want;
You need not fear the earth’s wild beasts;
Your tent and house-hold are secure;
Your offspring number like earth’s grass!
You shall not fear when death invites;
This we have heard and you should know!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-28-2007
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What Mother Nature?
The often used phrase Mother Nature that to many seems to be so dear,
When used to describe the weather's maker is very blasphemous I fear.
The term is simply degrading and not befitting to The Creator of all,
And it is just one more sign of the depravity created by man's fall.
The Creator Himself makes the clouds his chariot in the sky up above,
And He rules from His Heavenly Throne with both wrath and with love,
He's not mother tending nature, but the Sovereign Master of the sky,
Who sends rain on both the righteous and unrighteous from on high.
From His hands He sends the lightning flashing down upon the earth,
This is The Creator's gracious warning to all of a new storm's birth.
God then follows this with the sound of His Majestic Awesome thunder,
And all this is just a small glimpse of God's Mighty Awe and Wonder.
When it becomes cold God sends the snow to blanket the now bare land,
Leaving a beautiful winter scene painted by The Master's Mighty hand.
The breath of God produces ice and the broad waters become frozen.
And the ice and snow that covers the earth stops the labor of all men.
No one truly knows from where the lightning and hail is dispersed,
Or exactly how and why the ice and snow is spread upon the earth.
The test will be the tribulation for all the learned and the wise,
To explain how Mother Nature made hailstones 100 pounds in size.
In The Middle Of The Year
In the middle of the year,
Seldom the sky shows his face.
The clouds reign with friends,
And, the land hails drops of rain.
The clouds play origamy with,
The folding flakes of their
Feather making rafts, boats, ships
One after another on the chest of
The sky, some restless clouds,
Fall to earth to feel the adventures
Of their life, to get into the
Embrace of the stream, river
Seas and oceans, to be evaporated
Again to meet their friends.
They smile, laugh and giggle,
With their hearts' content.
The sun sees this behind the,
Mountains of clouds, peeps
Sometimes, to give ray to,
The rain-bathed earth---
Then the earth, shines in joy!
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Sonnet: Earth’s Only Sun
The central star of Milky Way- the Sun:
God made the sun for mankind’s sake on earth;
Around the sun, the earth is on her run;
Each dawn, the rising sun brings newer mirth!
Without the sun, the earth will turn all dark;
If not for it, the world can’t support life;
Sunlight sustains all life-forms up to mark;
Dense forests, seas, abyss escape its knife!
The ball of fire burns incessantly;
The core is hotter than one can think of;
Atomic fusion supplies energy;
Alas! A cloud can block the sun’s great laugh!
Without the sun, can life go on, on earth?
For sake of man, God gave one sun(Son) , its(His) birth!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-4-2008
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For God’s Glory
How to live for God’s Glory, begins for us at the Christmas story,
Where we witness a special birth, that changed men on the earth.
The story ends with Easter Truth, with resurrection as living proof,
That by The Son’s Revelation, all men face an eternal destination.
Christ’s birth was a Gift from God, to all men on this earth we trod,
The Gift of God’s great Salvation, to each and every single nation.
His death grants all men new life, through God’s Son Jesus Christ,
Through that Gift God did give, all men in Christ can eternally live.
New life starts here on the earth, through The Spirit and new birth,
As believers become born again, they become for Christ holy men.
Guiding us in His Righteous Light, to live a life that’s pure and right,
As it’s God’s Glory that we live for, to lead others to Christ our Lord.
Our earthly life begins one story, which for believers ends in Glory,
With Eternal Life, that has no end, in a place we can’t comprehend.
Following His death, we sacrifice, our former ways for Jesus Christ,
Living in The Spirit, we receive, from Christ Jesus when we believe.
We live for Christ, Who died for us, placing in The Lord, all our trust,
As He makes our life a testament, to our Savior, whom He had sent.
This earthly life’s a small price to pay, for what God did on that day,
So that we could live forevermore, up in Glory, with Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2007)
When the rain drops fall on my head...
When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I feel the greatness of the nature
When the heat on earth vaporized
Then the clouds above makes the rain
When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I see the farmers are full of cheers
When the rain water roll on the ground
Then all the barren lands turns to green
When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I see the rain water runs down the mountains
When the rain water preserved in the built dam
Then there is no poverty on the land
When the rain drops fall on my head
Then I know the God sends it for us
When we do not go against the nature
Then the rain drops fall on the earth for ever
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter III)
And after this, Job cursed his day!
Oh, fie the day I was born live!
I curse the day I turned a boy.
May dark prevail on my birthday!
May never light illumine it!
May gloom afill first day I breathed!
May frightening blackness affright it!
Let obscure be my day of birth;
Let it from year-days be effaced;
Let it from all months disappear;
Let barren be the night I’as born;
Let not a joyful cry greet it!
Let them who curse the sea, curse it
May twilight stars remain all dark!
May daylight never dawn upon,
Because the doors of womb weren’t shut,
To shield my eyes from earth’s troubles!
Why did I not expire in womb?
Why did I not perish at birth?
Why did I ever see the light?
Why was my birth so untimely?
Why was I suckled at the breasts?
Why did my knees help me to stand?
Had I in tranquil state then slept,
I could have rested and not wept,
With mighty beings of the earth,
And ones lucred, right from their birth:
Where weary souls are laid to rest,
And wicked cease to be a pest!
Where all are same- the great and small;
Where freed is servant from master.
Why labored see the endless light?
Why bitter hearts get extra life?
They welcome death but it comes not;
They seek death like hidden treasures,
And exult on finding at last,
And reach the grave, glad in their hearts!
I sigh far easier than my food;
My groans come forth akin water;
What fear I had has come on me;
My troubles seize me so freely;
I have no peace nor ease nor rest.
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God
All that I know is there’s one God
Who made the Universe;
And made the stars, moon, sky and sun;
Earth for beings, human.
If God is truth and truth is God,
And truth alone triumphs;
Then, God is true and truly God
And non-believers, odd!
If God is light and light is God
And light dispels darkness;
Then, God is all we need on earth,
Right from our very birth!
All that I know is there’s a God
Whose presence, Science can’t prove;
The Creation’s testimony
Of God’s existence, love!
The Omnipotent God was there
Always and forever;
The ruler of things known, unknown
Which fools deny, brother!
The beauty of all things God made
Is something, man wonders;
The harmony can never fade,
’Tis man who just blunders!
What love and care, God packed in things
With finesse, unsurpassed;
God is perfect and unequalled,
His judgments, unbiased!
The living God, lives everywhere
And watches all with care;
To steal some souls, all devils dare
But cannot so well fare!
Almighty God does mighty things,
He plans eternally;
His Kingdom comes and Will be done
Hell will be man’s folly!
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The creation
The stars started glittering
at His supreme command,
and the wind from His mouth
swept over the deep dark void
and light came from the sun
as His mighty hand
placed sun and moon
in their place in space
and their orbits
started to mark tides,
seasons and time.
The great Creator spoke
and the waters and sky
was shaken into place
and the dry earth appeared
following His divine behest.
The earth dressed at His request
with vegetation, living creatures
of every kind unfolded
to make a place for man.
He created man by His own hands
from the dust
shaping and forming him
into His own image
and with a smile
He breathed live into his nostrils
and man became a living being
and I heard voices
praising the living God,
voices in heaven and on earth,
singing their joy of Him.
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