Sonnet: Heaven 's Immaculate

How well it looks when combed, the hair of man! The lawn that’s green and mowed quite recently! The lovely plaited hair of a woman! The furrowed soil made by tractor, gently; How well it looks a macadamized road! The field ready for harvest, weeds all plucked; The crane's pulley-lifting a heavy load; The man wearing a tie and with shirt tucked. How well it looks, the body spick and span! The tranquil mind whose thoughts are always clear; The purified and sinless soul of man; The human heart whose love is crystal-pure. Heav'n- abode of God's immaculate; To enter, souls must be stringently fit.