Sonnet: ’Tis Very Clear
What’s the conflict between God and my soul?
I know God is the Omnipotent One!
And being sin-free is my earthly goal;
To enter Heaven, isn’t something called fun!
What’s the confusion ’tween the right and wrong?
God gave each one conscience to sort this out;
Can uncleans’d sinners be, the saints among?
That pure souls only see God- there’s no doubt!
How can I serve devils and go to God?
One has to choose just one between the two:
Ignoring Heaven invites God’s just Rod!
You can’t serve devils and also God woo!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God Loves Man Utmost
Of all His creatures, big and small, God made
Just man to walk upright and to reason;
‘tween good and bad and to do good, He bade;
To love Him deep regardless of season.
Of all His creatures, to man, He gave soul;
A dorsum flat to rest supine on earth;
To watch the Heavens and reset his goal;
To ponder why he got his unique birth.
Of all His creatures, Man, God loves utmost;
He made him pure and pure, He must return;
Heaven's the banquet, God, to man shall host,
Devils and evil souls in hell shall burn.
God so loved man, He gave His only son,
A cruciate death, His plan stays still half-done.
poem by John Celes
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Soul Must Be Pure
A married life’s like colored cloth;
A cloistered life, a pure-white garb!
A celibate avoids sex-thoughts;
All religious must live pure lives!
All forms of sin, we must avoid;
The mortal sins are soul-takers;
The clergy must be more cautious;
The devils tempt them miserably!
But God is holy in always;
Heaven abounds in holiness;
No sin-stained soul can stay with God,
Unless, He cleanses it, His way!
To fall in sin is man’s weakness;
God forgives hearts truly contrite;
Sin wounds and scars the soul somehow;
The grace of God must heal all souls!
The religious must be wary;
The devils hate them to the core;
They will not rest until they fall
Into their traps and snares, wily.
Even the empty mind can sin;
No saint is sinless or exempt;
But Christ has paid the price for sins
Of all mankind, once and for all!
But God stays by the righteous ones;
He lifts them up, each time they fall,
And fills their souls with much more grace,
Until their war with devils’ won!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-08-2009
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The Consequences Of Free Will
free will is a God given choice choose wisely and well
choices our actions have consequences leading to heaven or hell?
God gave each soul a conscience good evil conscience will tell
free will has blessings curses appropriate it is not a liberty bell
each individual soul must choose freely life or their soul to sell?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Heaven and Hell are Real
Our faith in God must come right from our hearts;
No one can see the God of creation;
We know of God certainly through Nature;
The Bible speaks enough of God’s kingdom.
Infinite love of God for man is clear;
God cares for every creature made by Him;
God punishes to cleanse our soul sin-free;
The Maker is a loving, living God.
God may permit sorrows and grief for man;
He will not give him more than he can bear;
Our God is fair and just in everything;
He made heaven for man out of great love.
Through Nature’s furies, God warns all bad men;
By stern punishments, God reminds man’s wrongs;
The love of God made man so perfectly;
The love of God wants souls to stay in grace.
Our savior Christ had bled to death on cross;
He paid a bloody price for all men’s sins;
Even the worst sinner can now see God;
Repent to enter Kingdom of heaven.
Why blame the God of love for our own faults?
Why not believe in God, rather in science?
Man’s toil per se can’t do the greatest feats;
We need God’s help to subdue the devil.
Victory against the devil is real;
All men can win the war against Satan;
Our God made hell for angels-turned devils;
But evil men will get a similar fate.
Awake, O mind, heart, soul of man on earth!
Lord Jesus comes again in short a time;
He’ll take pure souls to heaven instantly;
Unrepentant sinners will land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-1-2008
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Take On The World!
In the shadow of the Holy Cross,
In the footsteps of our Savior, Christ,
In the road to Calvary,
With piety and righteousness,
Take on the world!
With the Holy Spirit as Guide,
With your conscience to decide,
By God’s Ten Commandments to abide,
With Lord Jesus Christ beside,
Take on the world!
With Heaven as your soul’s aim,
Without a sin, blunder or blame,
Ignoring all worldly fame,
Trouncing the devils in their game,
Take on the world!
With the Holy Bible’s wisdom,
With eyes set on God’s Kingdom,
With the angels and saints to welcome,
Take on the world!
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A Devil's Job
Evil is an occupation best left to the devils,
Their food is quite a craft to the devils.
Save a job that must be saved, according to some,
It is surviving everyone staffed, to the devils.
One must spare a little thought to the anxious few,
A hazard is in those who laughed, to the devils.
Your faith is coming to be solid, an impressive affair,
And kept it intact when attacked, by the devils.
Innocence is a pleasure to behold, especially when,
It commands our future as we watched the devils.
Unhappy are the affairs of men and women,
When you are redundant instead of the devils.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sonnet- The Devils Never Stop
Just when I feel a bit relieved at heart,
The thought to commit sin arises fast,
Assuring me of speedy joy as part,
A sense of achievement, more than in past.
Just when God has given some peace of mind;
The devils start to trouble me again;
Can I be ungrateful to God who’s kind?
To fight devils I need His grace like Rain.
The war with devils perhaps, starts from birth;
But Man must live as per his conscience;
And such is life for man on planet Earth;
And in these realms pow'rless are man and Science.
Man's soul must stay afree from all evils;
And Prayer is the weapon ’gainst devils.
poem by John Celes
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On The Subject Of An Afterlife
On the subject of an Afterlife of hell
For the earthly sinners I'd rather not dwell
Since billions of poor people do live in their Earthly hell
in a World where some see
It as a sin for to live in poverty they are suffering for their Earthly sins though with that you do not agree
Do you believe that the prophesy of the meek the earth shall inherit to them does not apply
Since any sort of a reasonable existence the greedy super rich of them choose to deny
The minority who live in an Earthly heaven who take but never give
Those who believe that the World is their's and do not subscribe to live and let live
Hell on Earth for the billions in poverty should be enough punishment for their sins the price they do pay
But you believe in the Hereafter all sinners must suffer whilst their bones here on Earth do decay
And as for the poor man who steals to feed his children the gates of heaven he won't enter in
Than the Corporate crim who out of greed steals millions that his is really not a lesser sin
On the subject of the Afterlife with you I will not argue since you have your opinions and that does suit me fine
And as for me I too have my opinions and your's is very different to mine.
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Let’s Straighten Our Thoughts
All things will turn out well eventually;
The fear that things could go amiss isn’t true;
We shouldn’t allow our faith to grow weaker;
Our earthly failures are but transient!
The devils goad us to do wrongful things;
They create doubts about our future days;
Sometimes, we start believing their stories;
The Holy Spirit sets our soul afree!
The human body is God’s dwelling place;
Its sanctity must be maintained always;
No devils dare to tempt a soul that’s pure;
God does miracles for His righteous ones!
Our thoughts of insecurity are fake;
God will provide our needs in umptine ways;
Our mind shouldn’t foster doubts about God’s pow’r;
God cares for us and guides our destiny.
Our trials, tribulations can’t last long;
God frees sin-fettered souls in heaven’s time;
You cannot sin if God has chosen you;
The Potter loves His every pot He made!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-20-2006
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The last day
The last day you see the sun is not an illusion,
It's really your last day.
Most people do not even know about their last day,
But you know it.
This day you will die.
Most people do not know about their death,
But you know it.
So many people walk around with a meaningless life
And many people use religion as a mean of quieting their fear of death.
The Lord had mercy on you,
The Lord has told you what is good.
Once you had no identity,
Now you are God's child.
God has mercy on whomever he chooses.
He chose you this way.
Many people are sinners
And many people die without getting past this point.
The Bible clearly teaches that all people have sinned - except Jesus.
Jesus Christ died on the cross for sinners.
You can also believe in being baptized to show obedience,
To take upon you the name of Christ
And to become a member of His Church.
You can go to Heaven
Pure as a white lily.
You still can go to Heaven.
Try to understand what happened to you.
Try to understand your own reasons for doing what you did
And the reason why the Son of God took a human form.
Christ loved you and gave himself as a sacrifice to take away your sins.
'Turn away from your sins and live.'
For you have been called to live in freedom,
Don't choose the freedom to satisfy your sinful nature,
But the freedom to serve one another in love.
It is your last day
Don't be blind this day.
Don't eat anything.
Give your meal to others.
It's a day of prayers
As Christchurch mourns its dead.
Choose the eternal life.
(Dedicated to the people, who wait in prison to die.)
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If God loves you, you’re saved
If sinful, joyous paths, you undertake;
You cannot go far as God watches you;
If God forbids, such journeys, you can't make;
He gives men freedom; punishments also.
God knows man errs so often by nature;
His pangs of sinful passions, desires;
And does these things if mature, immature;
While devils tempt; man slips into mires.
But not for long as God pulls him afree;
His guilt and conscience make him to repent;
Atonement makes his soul pure, again free;
To make up for misdeeds, now man gets bent.
The love of God for man's soul is so great;
That devils cannot sow discord or hate.
poem by John Celes
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Happy Easter 2006!
A poor lamb cries incessantly: it’s tied!
It knows its heading to the slaughter-house!
It can’t escape: they’d raised it for this sake;
It weeps for mercy: but ’tis its last ride!
The Lamb of God- Jesus suffered like-wise!
The sins of mankind gave him Death by Cross;
Redeeming sinners was His Father’s Will;
At Calvary, He paid the precious price.
Christ uttered not a single cry for woes;
His example was silent obedience;
His Father’s errand stood before His eyes;
He pleaded God to forgive all his foes.
If He had wished, he could have changed his fate!
His divine pow’rs could have come to his aid;
His Messianic Mission was supreme;
He trounced the devils, death: and reached God’s gate.
The endless love of God for souls is clear;
Heaven is open now to sinners too
Who ask God’s pardon for their sins: REPENT;
The Savior brought heaven to all so near!
Oh, what a joyful Feast is Easter then!
The righteous die to live eternally!
The Breath of Life that came by Maker’s Word
Desires that all should enter Heaven!
“Wish you all a Happy Easter,2006! ”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-10-2006
poem by John Celes
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Advice to Youngsters
Not one’s perfect in this earthly domain;
Perfection’s something, we tend to attain;
Mistakes and blunders in life, we may do;
Repent for our sins, someday, we ought to.
God is our Helper, Protector and Guide;
By His life-tenets, we must all abide;
You act and live as per your conscience;
Forget not God despite progress in science.
Our thoughts and actions should not be reckless;
Keep body’s sanctity; be not careless;
To keep our soul stain-free, refrain from sin:
That is the only way to reach heaven.
Thank God for his remarkable kindness;
Be sure the life you lead is of fairness;
God holds His anger in undue harness;
Our earthly life should avoid ‘The Furnace.”
Whatever life, so far it could have been,
Whatever thought, word, deed, we do unseen;
God knows our every moment in our life;
In God, you take refuge, amidst your strife.
You count your blessings, God hath given you;
Thank Him for all the many things you do;
Remember our goal on earth is heaven;
We all must labor against the demon;
Comforts and beauty do not last for long;
We know the every right from every wrong;
Our human body is sacred also;
You keep your soul pure and seek God therefore.
Our love-making on earth is corporeal;
Our senses perceived may not be real;
True love is divine; you keep your virtues;
Between heaven and hell, your choice to choose.
It is not late to turn into new leaf;
In fierce winds, boats must come under a reef;
Our soul’s purity outscores other things;
The best in life, our labor only brings!
(5-10-2000)
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On Becoming a Priest…
Tomorrow may not come at all;
Listen today to Jesus’ call;
Now is the time to truly act;
This is the truth of life and fact.
The man of poverty can shine,
More than the moon or sun so fine;
Humble yourself and make accord
For life, with Almighty God, Lord.
Stands before him, the Holy Cross;
God shows that Jesus Christ is boss;
The Monstrance is Christ’s earthly home;
The penitent is most welcome.
Only the soul pure can commune,
And walk or run to divine tune;
The Eucharist is prime in life,
No matter any kind of strife.
The body, blood of Jesus Christ
Is food for any holy priest;
Nothing can deter when God calls,
For Jesus lifts you up from falls!
The greatest gift of life from God
Is returned back to Jesus Lord;
The world or devils can’t stop you
From love of God, that you thus do.
The grace of God strengthens your soul,
And brazens you up for new role;
And if your calling is so true,
God gives you every kind of cue.
Ascertaining your love for Him,
While crave for world turns very dim,
The oracle is very clear;
The road to heaven brings no fear.
One needs to do much sacrifice,
And give up every kind of vice;
For anyone can turn a saint,
When grace of God becomes soul’s paint!
The Lord will surely help you out
From obstacles, without a doubt;
For, priesthood is the clarion call
For man to enter God’s own hall.
Ordination is Sacrament
Most Holy, and most paramount;
God’s love encompasses the soul;
Service to God becomes prime goal.
The road to heaven becomes straight;
Eternity with God is fate;
Bringing more souls to God is prime;
God shows the way in His own time!
Love priesthood, man for God beckons,
And Jesus Christ Himself reckons;
Rewards in Heaven you await,
However narrow be its gate!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-12-10
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Sonnet: God, Seal My Purified Soul!
God take away the urge to sin from me;
My body’s weary from devils’ assaults;
The devils come to tempt me frequently;
My weakened spirit leads me to more faults!
God, tell me how I can be pure of heart?
I succumb to temptations so often;
I fail to learn the devils’ wily part;
Forgive me Lord: May your anger soften!
World’s sinfulness has grown in leaps and bounds;
Just say the word and my soul shall be healed;
Protect us Lord from Satan’s frantic hounds;
Make pure my heart and let entrance be sealed!
The devils roam the world in search of souls;
The Holy Spirit thwarts their evil roles!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-19-2006
Most lovingly dedicated to Poetess Sandra Fowler,
(On this special day when she found her poesy)
as a Thanksgiving to God, Almighty.
poem by John Celes
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Voices
Tjere are three mighty Voices that always
Cry out to God to speed His Judgment Day.
The Voice of Devils, weary long ago
Of dragging souls to Everlasting Woe.
The Voice of Saints who hear, while anthems swell
In Heaven, the wail of sinners doomed to Hell.
The Voice of Man, sick of his desperate
Long throwing ’gainst the leaded dice of Fate.
All things are weary of the strife and stress—
In God alone is there no weariness?
poem by Victor James Daley
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Sonnet: You Can’t Have Both
You can’t serve powers, God and the devil;
You can’t do things sinful and which is good;
You can’t be both, a good man and evil;
You can’t eat poison as your normal food.
You can’t read both the filth and the scripture;
You can’t be both beautiful and ugly;
You can’t have both a good and bad nature;
You can’t be both unholy and holy.
If you can’t be both a saint and a bad one;
You can’t be both law-abiding and rogue;
You can’t have both the night as well as sun;
You can’t have things in use, yet out of vogue.
You can’t have Hell’s fire and a haven;
You can’t praise devils and enter Heaven.
6-15-2001
poem by John Celes
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I see no faults in the Church, and therefore let me be resurrected with the Saints, whether I ascend to heaven or descend to hell, or go to any other place. And if we go to hell, we will turn the devils out of doors and make a heaven of it.
quote by Joseph Smith, Jr.
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The Lives Of The Saints
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the winter in Heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or Violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bunk and they get paid for their work
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Lives Of The Saints Ii
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the Winter in heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bank and they get paid for their work
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