The Wonder of God’s Creation
Every cloud is differently shaped;
Every plume has its own beauty;
Every sand is of size unlike the next;
No two leaves are equally green.
Every grain is similar and yet, dissimilar;
Every creature is so ideally made;
Every man differs in many aspects;
Even cloned individuals aren’t alike.
Every river has a changing course;
Every color looks so beautiful;
Every seed is a miniature tree!
No two mountains are of equal height!
Every beast has brain appropriate;
Every being is well-proportioned;
Every man has talents different;
A potter, however skilled, can’t make two pots alike!
Yet, no one knows if two identical things truly exist;
Only the Maker knows such natural freaks;
God made each creature with unfathomed love;
And man was made the best of all!
There’s nothing yet, in man’s powers,
That equals God’s creations;
For, man is just a creature of God,
Though made with soul, in God’s image!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-18-2006
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Sonnet: All Men Are Equal before God
The things we find are of unequal size,
Amongst mountains, rivers, places and trees!
Two men have unequal virtues and vice;
So are the beasts, dew-drops, the wind and breeze.
The surface of the sea has wavelets, waves;
Two grains of sand ashore aren’t equal-sized;
Unequal are all men on land and caves;
A hierarchy appears that looks much lysed.
Despite great differences, there’s harmony!
All things are equal ’fore the eyes of God;
Though different hives make differently honey,
The souls of men appear alike to Lord.
One isn’t made like the other in this world;
Yet, we can all make it to God’s Abode!
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An Awesome God
Within the little head of ant
Is lodged a brain, so cute in size,
That caters to its needs of life –
A splendid miniature device!
Within the mammoth elephant,
Exists a brain of such large size,
Enough to meet its earthly wants –
A wonderful design of God!
The God of love created all
With perfect body, heart and mind;
Yet, man is dissatisfied still,
And keeps on finding faults with God!
But God made man the creature best,
With soul to know his creator;
Yet, man forgets the Almighty,
And tries to live all by himself!
The caring God loves man much more,
And sent His only Son Jesus,
To live a human life sinless,
And die for mankind’s sins on cross.
Oh, what an awesome God, we know!
Insignificant man must bow
To God’s omnipotence somehow,
Obey Him and never say, ‘No! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2009
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
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Origins
The plaster continues to crumble
It's because of the light!
That blasted light!
I see the floors are sinking in
In the derelict of light.
I am a creature of comfort
Because of the light!
Oh, that blasted light!
Lavish me in the finest of things
Without the curse of the light.
The horror within is now revealed
Why, because of the light.
Oh, that blasted light!
And with the darkness, my beauty is healed.
Because of the light, oh the light.
Do you find I have cause to lie?
Yes, I do.
It's because of the light!
For all that my soul is suffering
And I am a creature of night.
I am a creature of comfort
I am a creature of fright
I'm a creature of sensual pleasure
I'm a creature with just one little bite.
I am a creature of legend
I am a creature of night
I'm a creature that stalks in the shadows
I'm a creature that hides from the light.
I am a creature unwanted
I am a creature with might
I'm a creature seduced by the hunger
I'm a creature of mischief and rife.
I am a creature so sadly
I am a creature, that's right
I'm a creature without soul
As low as it goes
I'm the creature to end your life
poem by Katherine Clark
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The Human Eye
God made the eye-
An extension of brain:
To see the beauty of all things,
He made.
God made the eye-
The mirror of the brain:
To show the mind’s beauty
Within.
God made the eye-
A camera:
To picture Nature’s lively snaps,
For man.
God made the eye-
A receiver:
To gather photic stimuli
For thought.
God made the eye-
Lovely:
To give expression to the face
Of man.
God made the eye-
For sight:
To perceive what the environs
Can give.
God made the eye-
For knowing world of good and bad:
To walk the roads in Heaven’s light,
On earth.
God made the eye-
For seeing light in dark alleys:
To look before one leaps in life
On earth.
God made the eye-
With two fine lids:
To prevent vice
From reaching mind.
God made the eye-
To see and feel:
The Omniscient Lord
Of creation.
God made the eye-
To know His love
And mercy great:
For man and beast.
God made the eye-
To see the light
Of Godliness
On earth’s terrain.
God made the eye-
To choose the road
That leads to Hell
Or to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-22-2008
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The Love of God
The God who made the universe
And every creature well,
Has plans for every earthling made,
And loves each dearly much!
He knows our hearts and every want
And all our life-time needs;
He will provide for creatures all,
And forever stays wake!
The Nature He had made by word,
For sake of creatures all,
has in-built checks and balances,
For man to follow science.
He knows man’s curiosity
endangers planet earth;
Nevertheless, God works by plan
for sake of love for man!
If love had made God to make man,
and continues boundless,
then, why shouldn’t man repay God’s love
to the extent, he can?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 03-11-11
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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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God you have made beautiful nature.
God you have made beautiful nature,
Everywhere I go I Creature,
On the mountainous region,
We have lot of adventure.
God you have made beautiful nature,
Trees are cutting down to make furniture,
You are so much big nature,
We are like miniature.
God you have made beautiful nature,
Don't ever take it as a lecture,
Cause I am not a teacher,
Otherwise mother earth's heart will fracture
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Sonnet: Precisely-made Man!
God placed for man both eyes in front of face,
Unlike the beasts with eyes on either side:
A special sense to see in human race,
And ears to hear all sounds, and touch beside.
God placed each part in ideal site for all;
If slightly misplaced, one would look so weird;
Within the human heart, He placed a wall,
Allowing man to grow a moustache, beard.
Creator made each creature ideally!
His sense of creation was good and keen;
All things, He gave to man optimally;
But finding fault was man’s nature quite mean!
Man cannot do a thing better than God,
But sometimes, considers himself as Lord!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2008
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The Infinite Supreme Being Called God
God cares for every living creature made
By Him with love, so special and boundless;
His love for mankind will not ever fade;
But man so often slips into darkness.
Only a fool would swear there is no God!
The power of God is seen in Nature’s ways;
That harmony can come ‘per se’ looks odd;
No human being has ev’r seen God’s face!
God made all things by utterance of words;
He blew His breath into His creature, man;
He loved him dearly, more than herds or birds;
Man’s soul keeps thirsting for God in life’s span.
The Tempter causes rift ’tween God and man;
He knows that sin brings man closer to him;
God helps man to repent in ways He can;
But if he doesn’t, life turns more and more, grim!
God’s mercy, like His love is infinite;
Ungrateful man forgets this mystery;
God permits not suffering without limit;
But man wants transient earthly luxury!
The God of goodness wants man to be good;
Man cannot love God as much God loves him;
The Gardener wants a flower from each bud;
But buds can’t bloom in darkness or light dim!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 01-03-2010
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Sonnet: Think Less: Work More!
Don’t think of things you can’t well think about;
So many things our minds can’t ponder still;
The wise won’t waste their precious time in doubt;
Reveal in His own time most things, God will!
No one can delve in any field to depths;
God made each creature with a perfect touch;
According to our labor, yield results;
The human brain has limitations much.
There is no point in thinking endlessly;
Our time on earth is finite and too short;
Our duty must be done most selflessly;
Our days of life are leased by God, not bought!
So, spend your days most usefully, O man!
To change our destiny, only God can!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-8-2006
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Sonnet: Live Aright, Man!
Who are we cheating- Man, oneself or God?
Our sins estrange us all from God/ heaven;
Misdeeds invite God’s wrath, judgment, fair rod;
And happily, more devils romp therein.
So many times, we forget God’s commands;
Engrossed in earthly chores, we forget soul;
Many a time, we stray in alien lands;
When things go wrong, we question Maker’s role!
The love of God can’t wish for man’s ruin;
The Maker loves to have back souls He made;
The heart of God can forgive any sin;
Man ought to live in ways that Maker bade.
The soul of man belongs to God alone;
And hell wasn’t made for men to moan and groan!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-30-2006
poem by John Celes
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A Tree Speaks Out!
I’m born from seed within the earth,
That’s watered by the sky;
And once the sun bathed me with heat,
Lo! I’m a seedling made.
I drink by roots that prop like feet,
And breathe through leafy pores;
I cook my food in green ‘kitchens’;
God’s love helps me to grow.
And I can feel like any man;
I give all - breeze and shade;
I give myself to men and beasts;
Why then, they destroy me?
May be, like men I can’t reason,
But I can never sin;
I am a dumb creature of God;
A soul, He never gave!
But I don’t fight and I can’t kill,
And I don’t steal, tell lies;
I do my duty as God bids;
I’ll praise Him on ‘LAST DAY’!
Copyright by Dr John Celes
12-25-2004
poem by John Celes
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the Potter
makes all pots alike
with equal love
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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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Sonnet: What a Starry Night Tells!
The Bible says, ‘God calls each star by name! ’
And why some twinkle and some others fade?
The Maker only knows what for they came;
They obey Him from when, He had them made!
God’s love for lifeless objects seems so great;
His love for man is endless and much more;
That’s why for Adam, He made Eve as mate;
Man must take wife and not visit a whore!
Man’s knowledge is a naught in front of God,
Whose impeccable wisdom towers high;
God’s judgment fair is followed by just rod;
Except man’s soul, all things He made must die!
O glorious God, how splendid is Thy feat!
If only I could be dust near Thy feet!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-30-2008
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Sonnet: The Amazing Power of God
Can man prepare a single strand of hair
Without the aid of God-made body skin?
Can man concoct a single ounce of air
From elements with ease, Maker akin?
Yet, man can do great feats with help of God,
Unlike the other creatures, He has made;
But, imperfections, man added to world,
And sadly trust in Maker does too fade!
The marvels man performs are myriad;
But why ignore the Creator, most high?
The God of love makes human beings glad;
The sins of man can make God sad and sigh!
To have a human birth is by God's grace!
Thank Him from heart for being in this race!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-11-2012
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Unicorn 4
What is known, is known – known gently,
meekly, mildly, sweetly; that’s the experience
that men bring back who’ve seen that creature plain.
But since the unicorn grazes in all our minds and hearts,
each has his image. Poets love to write of that creature
as they picture it; but what of those who met it plain
in forest glade, upon the hills, or white amidst the waves?
It’s said that, then, some poets put away their pens forever or awhile,
despairing that their word-hoard holds no words
that can describe those things invisible which
that creature brings to the mind, when met;
some can no longer give it even a name
as if that very word can seem to falsify.
They’re asked, was it, just, beautiful? – and hesitate,
because what yesterday, was ‘beautiful’ is a different word
today; that creature shows them that a word
means what it does; today, ‘beauty’ has done more in them;
it speaks a unity which is not static – can do all things
as Helen’s beauty, so we’re told, could make a war from peace;
so beauty can make peace from war – as poets prove.
And so, those who’ve seen it plain but wish
to say no word that might be less than truth
find that its subtle magic guides their pen
so that they may write with that same ease
with which that creature lives,
write of any, and of all things.
And all who’ve seen it – who’ve seen it move
within the utter stillness of itself
as never before have they seen a creature move
and hold that in themselves, wish, wordless, to return
to be again in that creature’s still shared self-presence;
the wisest of them finally to find
that it may graze forever in the poet’s mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Gospel Says …
“You shall be holy for, I am holy”
“You are the chosen people of the One God;
Don’t be afraid to suffer for Christ’s sake;
Rewards await according to your work.
Just do the things God has told you to do;
Just speak what’s needed, nothing more or less;
Just bother not if you can’t understand;
All talents aren’t given to everyone.
Beware of false prophets and men of God;
Keep your soul pure for, death comes like a thief;
God gives the grace for good Christians in life;
No evil can befall them anytime.
Don’t give place to earthly things before God;
Hell was made for devils and wicked souls! ”
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-17-2006
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Sonnet: The Mustard Seed
How great a power fills a mustard seed-
A miniscule sphere, packed with silent life!
That falls in soil right, turning tree to feed
Both beasts and human beings, in much strife.
What creative mind made the mustard seed,
That rudely wakened, sprouts to mammoth tree!
With multitude of leaves verdure indeed,
And branches which nest birds, so proud and free.
God’s Kingdom too is like a mustard seed
That grows infinitesimally big with time,
And houses righteous souls that always heed
To Maker’s code regardless of earth’s clime.
The beauty of Heaven is foretold thus:
So fathomless, that none should ever miss!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-2-2007
poem by John Celes
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