Sonnet: Our Aim in Life

No one is impregnable against sin;
No one is destined to be a saint at birth;
Battles against temptations, we must win,
And live life less impulsively on earth.

The Soul is fortified by grace from God,
And virtues make it more impregnable;
While walking in the shadow of the Lord
Our trek to Heaven is made possible.

Repent, we must therefore for failures/ sins;
Our venial sins take us to Purgatory;
Let gaze be steady; we must never wince;
The devils know the knack of oratory.

And yet, the hand of God will safeguard us,
From temptations and any unknown curse.

6-19-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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