Dear God…
You are the Potter!
We are the clay;
You made us better,
Than what we say.
You gave us good shape,
And soul inlay;
We behave like ape
Often, some day!
If we had cracks,
That came some way,
Do plug all the leaks,
God, we all pray!
Let’s hold the water,
You pour in us;
What’s the matter?
What’s the fuss?
You know us too well;
You know our hearts;
You know where we fell;
You know our parts.
Help us to do well,
What You approve;
And let the world tell,
Greatest is God’s love!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2010
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Sonnet: Wisdom Misused
Oh, how some men can stoop to levels low,
Despite old-age and wisdom that God gave!
Their selfish hearts want money all the more!
They say one thing and do differently, rave!
They throw their principles good to the air;
They nod their heads to orders without shame;
They try to do most things in ways unfair;
They try to harass righteous souls and blame.
Their greedy hearts and minds have made them thus;
How sad to see such men behave this way!
They could receive God’s rod and Maker’s curse!
That they must see their blunders, God, I pray.
But this is how most men behave these days!
With hearts like stone, they wear a mask for face!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-28-2006
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Do Not Kill Your Baby, (Wo) Man!
When skeins of wool,
I gave to man,
He took my hide for coat!
When meat and milk,
I gave to him,
He took my life as well!
When healthy babe,
God gives to Eve,
She kills the child in womb!
When born is child,
Healthy, alive,
She smothers it to death!
Oh, what a cruel act man does
When killing own offspring!
When Potter made the pot of clay,
And breathed His life within,
Man breaks the pot for no reason,
Before it could be used!
The vessels that are not deformed,
Without a single crack,
Are broken recklessly by men,
Like Abortion,
Infanticide!
Each child is priceless, living gift
From God to man, woman;
He makes each child by love from heart,
That overflows each time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-08-2010
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Teacher’s Day,2011 in India
Remember all your teachers who taught you
in school and college, right from childhood days;
Revere your teachers in all things you do;
Pray God should keep them happy most, always!
They put their heart and soul to train us up;
They helped us drink ken with ease from life’s cup!
Remind yourself the toil that teachers gave;
If not for them, would we now well behave?
Recapitulate good things that teachers did;
Recollect moments ashamed, when you hid;
Realize the role each one of them well played;
Recognize their mettle, prowess, love, aid!
Recount their help they offered you in need;
Reflect on advice good, they tried to seed;
Refill your heart and mind with joy, O man!
Repay their kindness to them if you can.
What noble sacrifices teachers made!
Efforts to train us, students, will not fade;
Despite their hard-work, life gave them raw deal;
Our teachers made us wholesome and thus feel!
Dedicated to all my beloved teachers
who made me what I am, today!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-09-’11
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This Is Your Day
More precious souls are lost each day;
Souls happen to get saved some way;
Nevertheless, we can’t delay;
Let’s show the world that Christ’s the Way!
Good souls are going too, astray;
Let’s hold the demons all at bay;
Let Gospel word reach ears who say:
‘This Lent, let me amend my way! ’
‘Reconcile with God’ – This is the day!
The world cannot become all gay;
’Tis worth the struggle, come what may;
God’s love, all Christians should repay.
‘This is the day: let each one pray;
Let’s preach the Word: clergy and lay.’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-3-2010
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Sonnet: New Year 2005!
A New Year’s born, Hark! 2005
Gone is the Old Year of mixed fortunes;
The world will turn into a new bee-hive!
Let’s play some songs of joy and peace in tunes.
The modern world must wear a decent dress!
The love of fellowmen ought to be prime;
Let addictions and vices become less;
God’s precious gifts to us are Life and Time!
Let’s pray our lives become utmost secure;
Let terrorism be removed by roots;
Let diseases by better drugs find cure;
Let’s enjoy taste of Life’s labor’s sweet fruits!
Let’s do our duty without any fuss;
Let’s not neglect the soul that God gave us!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-31-2004
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Give God the First Place…
Place God before all things in life;
Love God because He loves you more;
Ask God and walk on Heaven’s road;
Please God by keeping His commands.
Pray God to show the way on earth;
Plead God to be your guiding Light;
Prove God your love is from your heart;
Tell God to keep your soul sin-free!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-7-2010
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The God of Love!
By love, God made the universe;
By love, God created the earth;
By love, God made man and woman;
By love, God gave them each a soul.
By love, God cares for human needs;
By love, God watches over man;
By love, God gave Ten Commandments;
By love, God punishes man too.
By love, God made Heaven for man;
By love, God sent His son to earth;
By love, God had Christ die on cross;
By love, God nullified sins’ rod;
By love, God waits to embrace man!
The God of love made man with love;
But man with sins questions Him, ‘How? ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-13-2007
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The God of Love Speaks to Man…
I gave you hands to grasp and work
With finesse, deftly, and eat food;
I thought you'll fold your hands and pray,
And thank me for the gifts I gave!
But you use hands to hurt and kill,
And do all sinful things your way!
I gave you legs that carry you,
And stand upright and walk my ways;
I thought you'll genuflect and pray,
And thank me for all that I do;
But you tread upon evil paths
And leave my tenets, go astray!
I gave you eyes upon your face
To see the good world I had made;
I thought you'll read the word of mine,
And live your life in accordance.
But you use eyes to see the muck
That spoils your heart and mind and soul!
I gave you ears to hear sweet sounds
Of birds and animals I found;
I thought you'll hear my divine voice
And thank me for the gift of life;
But you hear noise that's deafening,
And songs that satisfy your lust.
I gave you tongue and mouth to speak
Kind words to all and love brethren;
I thought you'll eat the foods you should,
And thank me for the taste of things;
But you speak lies and blaspheme God
And eat substances of abuse!
I gave you mind to think aright,
And wonder how awesome is God!
I thought you'll keep your brain flawless,
And thank me for your reasoning power;
But you take drugs that give you highs
And waste your precious time I gave!
I gave you heart to empathize,
And feel the anguish of others;
I thought you'll have remorse for sins
And ask forgiveness from the Lord;
But your heart harbours evil thoughts
Those wreck your mind, body and soul!
Remember man, I made you out
Of clay but breathed life into it;
And gave a soul and my semblance
To know my love that's infinite;
Love made me make you with great care,
And yearns to have you back wholesome!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 22-10-2012
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Must I Complain, O God, I Pray?
When you made me by love thine,
And called me sweetly by my name,
And wrote it in your palm divine,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you chose me for job fine,
And gave me breath in special way,
And made me walk on earth, ravine,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you led me through hill, vale,
And desert, plain, seasons umptine,
And kept me safe through flood and hale,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you watched o'er me night, day,
And fed, clothed, sheltered me all life,
And held me by right hand en way,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you suffered, died on cross,
And resurrected on third day,
And wait for me with Father Boss,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
When you are Almighty God,
And love to see my soul back pure,
And fair in judgment, just in rod,
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
Must I complain, O God, I pray?
Fondly dedicated to my dear elder sister,
Miss. Noeline Mary Clemencia BSc., B.T.,
On her birthday today
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-02-'12
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End of Eleven Eleven
This unique day came to an end
Like any other that we saw,
I thanked God for all that happened:
Good things that gave me awe!
The day did not see something bad,
Nor something worst to surprise all;
It only served good things to add,
And didn’t turn water gall!
The festivity mood came down
As hearts and minds got satisfied;
As grains got sifted, chaff was blown;
And science, the date defied!
It was a mighty day indeed
To many who thought it was so;
Some made more cash and fame by greed,
With poor, no other go!
But good or bad, day ended then,
As clock had struck midnight twelve;
That day, some lines, I tried to pen,
Some day for men to delve!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11/11/11
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Dear Parents, Don’t Abort…
If you had killed your sweet daughters and sons,
While in your womb, whom God allowed to live,
How could you be happy, just imagine?
–The sin and guilt could unleash hell on earth!
If you had wrought the anger of the Lord,
Through ruthless cold-blooded murders in womb,
And never felt remorse for your misdeeds,
The Maker’s curse shall be upon you soon!
How could you have the heart to take the lives,
Destined by God to see the world, He made?
How could you dare to disallow the birth
Of offspring, ‘Potter-made, out of sheer clay’?
Dear parents, don’t abort anytime please;
You shalt not take away the lives, God gives!
And if you rear them, God surely provides
Your wants, and makes you more blissful on earth!
Let Satan never play upon your mind,
And goad you to abort your unborn child;
Allow its birth and you will always find,
A joy divine, most-satisfying, wild!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-25-2010
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Sonnet: Death Will Come
God breathed life into dust to make each man,
And gave him soul to realize His love;
And made each, uniquely, both man, woman:
And keep soul sin-free, and one’s love to prove.
All earthlings must perish some day on earth,
And leave behind all earthly things, we got;
A great blessing indeed is every birth;
There is no thing we call as our sheer lot!
Are we prepared to embrace death that day?
It comes thief-like to cut the thread of life;
How many can to death then bravely say,
‘I’m ready for your cruel, ruthless knife! ’
All earthlings die to turn again to clay,
Releasing soul for God’s Last Judgment Day!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2008
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The Woman as a Good Mother is Simply Great
All the flowers I may give,
Can’t make up for your love you gave,
When I was just a new-born child,
Dependent, defenseless in this world!
All the kisses I may plant
Can’t make up for those you gave me,
In times of joy and in distress,
And when I felt lonely a kid!
All the embracing I make
Cannot annul your caresses,
Encouraging, appreciating,
For the little things I did!
All the prayers I offer
Is dwarfed by your life-time effort,
In times of strife, while I was ill,
And hymns to God as thanksgiving!
All the love I may repay
Is naught, compared to what you gave,
While in your womb and afterwards –
My precious mum, you are so great!
Dedicated to all good mothers on Mother’s Day
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-5-2010
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Offerings to God
What shall I give my Maker – God,
Who formed me man, woman from clay,
And breathed life, precious into it,
To live my days on earth, all fit.
What shall I offer Almighty,
Whose special love for me, made me,
The clay vessel that’s filled to brim –
An instrument of His hand – Him!
How shall I then repay His love,
That made me human being with
A soul divine to understand
The Creator’s heart, full of love?
How can I give just gifts I got
As blessings from the Supreme One?
All things that I can offer Him
Seem silly and of less import!
There isn’t a priceless thing I have,
Except the talents, He gave me;
So, let me offer my labor,
And do my duty, God-centered.
O God of Heavens, sky and earth!
Give me the wisdom and patience
To serve You better all my life,
And join You in Eternity!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2009
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Happy Birthday, My Dear Wife!
Today is your birthday-
A special day indeed;
May God bless you, I pray,
And meet your every need!
God made you, my darling,
To be my only wife;
And that’s the greatest thing,
That happened in my life!
For,
Marriages when God-made,
Can never lose their charm,
And do we as God bade,
Our hearts are always warm.
‘Happy Birthday, dear wife;
You’re special in my life! ’
Dedicated to my beloved wife, Mercy Celestine.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-6-2008
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Happy Teachers' Day!
Next to my parents, you were great!
You are my special teacher dear;
You held my hand and cleaned my slate;
With words of love, erased my fear!
You taught me how to spell most words;
You showed me what is even, odd;
You made the pretty sounds of birds,
And showed me how to pray to God.
And when I entered college days,
You were my teacher dear and friend;
You gave me tasks and solving ways;
How well you tried to condescend!
I came to know this world through you;
You moulded strongly my pot-clay!
From depths of heart, with respect due,
I wish you ‘Happy Teachers' Day! '
To all teachers world-over: "Happy Teachers' Day! "
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-09-2012
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Globe in Chaos (A Kyrielle)
The righteous stay in immense gloom;
More evil minds are seen to bloom!
The modern world has gone more gay;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
More heinous crimes reach ears and eyes;
The innocent, victims of vice;
More souls from God have gone astray;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
The kinds of sins have grown galore;
The shame is less though hearts are sore;
More devils roam the world each day;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
A world of lucre has surfaced;
The young and old keep all amazed;
Yet, God is not their Light and way;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
More gadgets rule most fields these days;
More people walk with masked a face;
For sins, all men must surely pay;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
Ethics and morals seem all dead;
More children stay abused, misled;
God’s codes are broken every day;
Usher a new earth, God, I pray.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-06-2010
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People Nowadays
At times, I feel the world of people all
Around me, who were quite dependable,
Behave almost like enemies of mine,
And I do not know what to do sometimes!
When people close to you and trustworthy,
Appear to do the things that hurt your heart,
The pain and anguish seems too much to bear,
And the experience is too frustrating!
Then, the rosy world thus far turns gloomy,
And living life seems not worthwhile at all;
I have to just put up with how things are,
As people change unpredictably fast!
Yet, they are not my foes but my dear friends,
Who helped me climb life’s ladder with much ease;
I cannot blame them for how they are now;
I can just pray to God to heal their hearts!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 04-11-11
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Sonnet: ‘Happy New Year,2010! ’
A Global Wish for 2010
Oh, let the New Year, two thousand and ten,
Afill the world with lasting peace and mirth,
And make the planet almost like heaven,
Where hope and harmony has its rebirth.
Oh, let the New Year keep hearts in good cheer,
Where every person ekes a useful life,
Afilled with happiness and without fear,
Combating challenges, despite the strife.
Oh, let the New Year fulfill dreams of all,
And bring a meaning to our earthly stay,
Where stemming corruption is clarion call,
And terrorism cannot have its way!
All people breathe the air of freedom, when,
Pray God ushers a Happy New Year, then.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-24-2009
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Man, Humbles Himself Unto God
You’re my Creator;
I’m Your creature.
You are my Master;
I’m Your servant!
You are the mighty sea;
I’m a small fish.
You are the vast land;
I am just sand!
You are Almighty God;
I’m Your devotee;
You are the ‘King of Kings’;
I am earthling!
You are all goodness;
I am so bad;
You are the Light and Way;
I’m a pilgrim!
You are all pure and just;
I’m impure, with lust;
You are all virtuous;
I’m full of vice!
You are the spotless Lamb;
I’m a wild beast;
You are My Redeemer;
I’m a sinner!
You are the Truth,
I’m in search of;
You are the Eternal;
I’m a mortal.
You’re full of great love,
I can’t repay;
You are so strict and kind;
I need Your grace!
You are the Wisdom,
I need today;
You are my Faith and Hope,
All night and day!
You are the Healer;
I am the sick;
You are the forgiver
Of all my sins!
You are the Potter;
I am Thine pot;
You are my Maker,
Who made me first!
You are all heavenly;
I am earthly;
You are so divine, Lord;
I am just sod!
You are my Good Shepherd;
I am Your sheep;
You are the Care-taker
Of the soul in me!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-11-2010
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