A Poet’s Love

My heart is one and only one: A furnace full of love, my own; Despite my giving it wholesome, It grows and tries to more blossom! My heart has grown in size some way; O’er-filled with love, begins to sway; My Maker kind did full it fill, So that I could give love at will. A poet loves Nature so well, In which God does always much dwell; Almighty God, He is my Friend; I shall love Him until my end. My heart is one- belongs to God; I long to live in good accord; As men are selfish to the core, My heart to God, I owe much more. The things all that we do on earth Are mainly ones which give less mirth; It seems that good men are a dearth; I pray that heaven stays on earth! Our life on earth is just a phase, To keep our soul and save our face; If you could lift your heart beyond, You will hear well God’s call- command! Our earthly feat is important; With sins, our soul turns impotent; My talent is God-giv’n a gift; Nurture I must or go adrift. A man cannot serve two masters; And if he tries, he just falters; Love God alone and love Him well, And earthly life will turn out swell! Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-1999