Sonnet: Let Sufferings Come, So What!
My suff’rings isn’t big compared to others;
Each one’s sufferings appear too much to him!
How suffered my freedom-fighter brothers!
We tend to think that each one’s life is grim.
How pioneers suffer in walks of life!
How prisoners suffer in lone cellars!
How leaders strive to ward off unique strife!
How people suffer when come down pillars!
Suffered have many, much more than any;
How suffered Christ for man’s sins on the cross!
Sufferings in life will visit so many;
A man who suffers is now his own boss!
Sufferings are nothing when God is beside;
In suff’ring souls on earth, God will reside.
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People Choose To Lay Up On Their Backsides
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
Hear them talk about their pains,
And those agonies they reveal.
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
And...
Listen how they boast about,
Reasons why they choose NOT to heal.
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to moan and that's a fact.
People like to stay flat on their back-
Sides!
People like to feel that keep it real...
To suffer!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.'
'I have suffered this.
And,
I suffer from that.'
And...
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
Listen to their reasons NOT to heal!
'I have suffered this.
I have suffered that.
I have suffered this.
And...
I suffer from that.'
People choose to lay up on their backsides!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: Sufferings- the Key to Life
Through sufferings, we are born to lead this life;
Through sufferings, we are even baptized;
Through sufferings, we all must meet our strife;
Through sufferings, we’re even magnetized.
Through sufferings, sometimes we have our joy!
Through sufferings, we earn our livelihood;
Through sufferings, we grew to man from boy;
And sufferings’ our teacher from childhood!
Through sufferings, we learn in life good things;
Through sufferings, we learn to live well, pray!
Through sufferings, big truths, this world us brings;
By sufferings, we fight ‘gainst Tempter’s ways.
Yet, sufferings- a blessing God us gave,
To keep the road to Heaven, well behave!
poem by John Celes
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Our Lady of Sorrows (Feast day: September,15th)
O Lady of Sorrows! Please hear
Our grief and add them to yours, dear;
With swollen eyes and bloody tear,
You showed to farmers near.
‘To farmers two,
At Milan’s Rho,
When they came to
See you! ’
The blessed pieta
Became a miracle
Bringing millions to
The Griever’s Basilica!
The blood-stained kerchief lies
In a silver reliquary;
As proof of the miracle
To world today, it stays!
With dead Christ on her lap,
His mother seated, grieves;
Besides her sorrows own,
Mankind’s too, she receives!
O heart of Mary pure,
What sorrows, you endure!
For love of Christ and God,
You suffered for our Lord!
Mary’s most holiness
Won her the grace of God,
To bear her sorrows all,
And sufferings, so odd.
None could predict ever
Or gauge her sufferings;
Since Simeon’s prophecy,
She suffered silently!
The Virgin bore a Son
By Holy Spirit’s power;
She had to see Him die
For man’s sins on cross!
What pain had filled her heart!
How anguished she felt from start!
Her Son and Lord, her life and love
Had to suffer and depart!
Despite her immense grief,
She lived obeying God,
Unafraid of sin,
For glory of the Lord!
By Will of Heavenly Father,
She whole-heartedly agreed
To be Christ Jesus’ Mother –
Her Son divine, she loved.
She witnessed Son suffer:
Flogged and crowned with thorns;
Spat at, rebuked and mocked;
Bleeding, thirsty and fall!
His pain went through her bone;
His bruises cut her skin;
The lance that pierced his side
Brought bloody tears like tide.
All things, she had to bear,
Though Son’s life was so dear;
With God’s Will always near,
From obedience, she didn’t veer!
Her heart bore, her Son’s cross!
His death was greatest loss!
Yet, He was Lord and Boss,
And on third day, rose, because!
“O Lady of Sorrows, Pray for us! ”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-9-11
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Sonnet: When Trials Come …
When trials come more often than I bear,
I ask myself, “Must Christians all suffer? ”
Most worldly people appear to well fare;
“Are tribulations for purpose better? ”
“Why does God let the evil harm the good? ”
“Oh, how much longer must I endure, Lord? ”
“Do I suffer for sins of my childhood? ”
“Perhaps, my faith’s being tested by God? ”
God does not give us strife beyond limits;
He wants to make us better Christians fast;
But Satan tries to turn souls into bits;
God gives us ‘Crown of Life’ by trials vast!
When trials come, devils to us liest;
Our suff’rings aren’t greater than that of Christ!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2006
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We Fear Those We Love Will Suffer
WE FEAR THOSE WE LOVE WILL SUFFER
We fear those we love
Will suffer-
We strive to protect them-
But each life has its sufferings
And each story a way to its own pain-
We can care and we can help and we can pray
But we cannot stop
Life from being life.
We pray those we love will not suffer
And they do.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Face rather than avoid
The more you try to avoid sufferings
The more you will suffer from trivial things,
Which will occupy that place to torture you,
With the quota of suffering yet to come.
Instead, face the sufferings and finish it.
17.11.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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So You Believe
So you even believe
that Jesus died
on the Cross for you?
Even Satan Demons
believe Christ died
on the Cross for you
Satan Demons
evil manifest
were witnesses
to the crucifixion
could not believe
Jesus loved mortal
sinful prideful you
was mere flesh prepared
to suffer all our sins
as our sacrificial lamb
so that you may be
washed clean of all sins.
This life sufferings
is but a heart beat
but a moment in time
God gave his only begotten son
because God loved you so much
God prepared eternity salvation.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Comprehension...Or Torment
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone
No one knows the extent of it.
How deep what is felt.
And when those sorrows visit to sit.
Although folks give advice and instructions.
With sections of pamphlets,
To read by professionals.
To emphasize their recommendations,
Underlined in 'red'.
Suggestions researched...
To read and ease our minds,
Before going to bed!
Hopefully not to stay awake...
To pace the floor instead.
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
And listening to someone say to us to pray...
Is not a cure all or remedy,
That takes our suffering to numb quickly away.
But...
Pray we must,
And trust...
That those burdens carried,
Will be lifted up and away from us.
Knowing in our hearts...
God watches and will do His part!
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done....
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
So it seems.
Only God knows how to heal and mend!
Only God knows when to send our sufferings away.
And many times with faith...
God intervenes.
Before the suffering has had a chance,
To arrive on the scene.
Depending on what it is we wish to choose.
Comprehension...
Or torment,
With unquestioned agony!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet-Easter's Coming Fast
The Lent has started once again this year;
The time to fast, abstain from spirits, meat;
The time to curb amorous sounds by ear;
The time to be holy; pray more, less eat.
Let’s clean our minds of cob-webs of past sins;
Let’s mop our heart's floor of its sinful stains;
Let’s grace-paint walls and empty soul's sin-bins;
Let’s sacrifice, for God's sake, suffer pains.
The sufferings of Christ is fresh in mind;
His sacred blood shed on the Cross is true;
God's Love redeeming man from hell, we find;
Let’s have remorse for sins and change life's hue.
Let’s do the 'Way of the Cross' fervently;
Amend our lives for God more silently.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: When Things Go Amiss!
When worldly people cause upsets in life,
And times keep changing for the worse for you-
The principled-good suffer in strife:
You have to still your duty rightly do!
Our earthly troubles can’t worry us long;
Our grief and joys are also transient;
Our conscience tells us what is right and wrong;
Our lives are guided by the Omniscient.
Our tormentors will suffer for their wrongs;
Our sufferings end like the seasons too;
Our ears will hear consoling, pleasant songs;
Mysteriously, many things God can do!
No failures need upset our minds for long;
God fills the air soon with His happy song.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-5-2006
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Sonnet: One Shan’t Judge the Other
But suff’rings come whether married/ single!
And suff’rings come to young and old alike;
When nerves are weak, one feels the skin tingle.
The family need not talk over a mike.
No one is spared from woes in life on earth,
But face we must, as bravely as we can;
Tho’ virtues and righteousness is a death,
We must all nurture them in every man.
No man can say the other suffers less;
No man can judges neighbor with fairness;
God only knows the nature of soul stress
On judgment-day, God means strict business.
Who knows which soul will be denied Heaven?
God wants just souls sin-free and pure from men!
6-20-2001
poem by John Celes
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Jesus Christ, Our Hope, Strength and Refuge!
For sins of human beings all,
Lord Jesus laid His life on cross;
Although a sin-free soul Himself,
He suffered, died to redeem man.
He shed His every dropp of blood,
Emancipating human race
From punishment by hell for sins –
Such heinous crimes upon the earth!
The cross is part of Christian’s life,
And persecutions will happen,
As Christ predicted all these things,
For those who walked in His foot-steps!
His Holy Spirit guides Christians,
Who live a righteous life for Christ,
The only Son of Almighty –
A heart of immense love for man!
But Christ resurrected from death!
He won clear victory o’er satan;
All Christians good will do the same;
This faith is something strangely true.
Let humiliations come in life!
Let trials, tribulations come!
Let strife threaten our faith and hope!
Christ stays with us till end of time!
A Christian takes his cross and walks
Behind the Savior, Jesus Christ –
The Light and Truth and only Way
To reach Heaven, abode of God!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-31-2009
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Christian Marriage
God made you two as man and wife,
And live as one in earthly life;
The two bodies are now one flesh;
In Jesus Christ, you dwell, refresh.
No one on earth can separate,
Two souls ‘en way’ to Heaven’s Gate;
The marriage vows you took ’fore Lord,
Come sanctified by Divine Word.
For, Matrimony- sacrament,
Was made by Christ, a monument;
Forever love must then prevail,
Whatever comes as strife, travail.
When Christ suffered for sins of ours,
And shed His blood by death on cross,
Our suffering on earth is naught;
In joy of after-life, we’re caught!
God helps us brave all storms in life,
And timely aids us in all strife;
In Him, our faith should grow always
Until we pass our earthly days!
Ne’er fear: for God ne’er will forsake
The souls who live for His own sake;
Nor will He ever abandon
His righteous ones, the least even.
Believe the Lord and all He says;
Success on earth too comes in days;
Prepare your soul with grace always;
A Christian true has won the race!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-14-2007
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From Beyond
Here there is balm for every tender heart
Wounded by life;
Rest for each one who bore a valiant part
Crushed in the strife.
I suffered there and held a losing fight
Even to the grave;
And now I know that it was very right
To suffer and be brave.
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We have suffered unnumbered ills and crimes in the name of the Law of the Land. Our men, women, and children have suffered not only the basic brutality of stoop labor, and the most obvious injustices of the
system; they have also suffered the desperation of knowing that the system caters to the greed of callous men and not to our needs. Now we will suffer for the purpose of ending the poverty, the misery, and the injustice, with the hope that our children will not be exploited as we have been. They have imposed hunger on us, and now we hunger for justice. We draw our strength from the very despair in which we have been forced to live. We shall endure.
quote by Cesar Chavez
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Sonnet- 'Tis A Lull For Now
The mental torture seems to have ended,
At least for now, if not for my lifetime;
With help from God, I had well defended;
My winter's gone and Spring is now the clime.
My foes had failed in miserable a way;
They lie in ambush and in low profile;
May be, they wait for yet, another day;
They could not make the black mark in my life.
I heave a sigh of relief, just for now;
My honesty has triumphed yet again;
To God who saved me from trouble, I bow;
He brings the Sun in time and also Rain.
My sufferings ain't big compared to those
Unlucky ones, to suffer more, God chose.
poem by John Celes
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The Sign of the Holy Cross
The Holy Cross has been the sign
Encouraging me long;
The wonder of its sanctity
Can make a divine song.
When Jesus Christ died on the Cross
Redeeming mankind all;
My sufferings in life are naught,
So are my wounds of fall.
The Holy Cross beckons me on,
“Come, follow me all life.”
For that’s the way we reach Heaven
Forgetting all our strife!
poem by John Celes
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On Saints and Martyrs
Our sufferings are not greater than those
Martyrs, prophets, apostles, saints, who died,
A death of persecution for Christ's sake;
Upon their blood-shed sprung the Catholic Church!
Lives of all these holy persons reveal
The Holy Spirit dwelt within their flesh,
Emboldening their spirits to the core,
So that their faith remained until last breath!
Let Christians offer their sufferings to Christ,
Who took upon Himself all mankind's sins
And died upon the cross redeeming man,
And opened heaven to penitent souls!
How wonderful to bear witness to Christ!
Lord remembers all those who died for Him;
He promised eternity for those souls,
Who lived for Christ's sake all through their lives!
God's glory shines through exemplary lives,
Who lost their lives for sake of faith and Christ;
They will be closest to God in heaven,
Remaining so unto eternity!
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: I Want To Follow Christ
So far in life, I have suffered a lot;
I’ve had my days of enjoyment also;
For hurried wealth, I can’t my conduct blot;
The shadow of the Cross, I now follow.
And ultimately, I must reach Heaven;
Our life on earth is preparatory;
And mortal sins, we must avoid as men;
For venial sins, we go to Purgatory.
A Christian life is difficult no doubt;
But I cannot waver now anymore;
The life of truth and joy to live, we ought;
Heaven’s light-house will guide us to its shore.
To follow Christ on earth I want always,
And He will show me how to pass my days.
poem by John Celes
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The Holy Cross
O Holy Cross of Jesus Christ!
How must I come to Calvary?
– By giving up world’s pleasures first,
Carrying my own and follow Thee!
O Holy Cross that Christ had borne!
Take me to Heaven’s narrow gate;
Much strife my body does adorn,
My sufferings never abate!
O Holy Cross on which Christ died!
At times, in life I grow weary,
Although in God, I do abide;
With charm all lost, life seems dreary.
O Holy Cross that satan fears;
Then guide me in the way of light;
My stay on earth almost well nears;
Let Truth be always in my sight!
O Holy Cross: eternal sign;
In Jesus Christ, I trust my soul;
In Maker’s Feast, I wish to dine:
My only aim and earthly goal!
O Holy Cross that saves mankind;
Show me the dress of grace to don;
For only pure a heart and mind
Can see the face of God’s one Son!
poem by John Celes
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