Sonnet: Death Will Come

God breathed life into dust to make each man, And gave him soul to realize His love; And made each, uniquely, both man, woman: And keep soul sin-free, and one’s love to prove. All earthlings must perish some day on earth, And leave behind all earthly things, we got; A great blessing indeed is every birth; There is no thing we call as our sheer lot! Are we prepared to embrace death that day? It comes thief-like to cut the thread of life; How many can to death then bravely say, ‘I’m ready for your cruel, ruthless knife! ’ All earthlings die to turn again to clay, Releasing soul for God’s Last Judgment Day! Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-11-2008