Sonnet: On Diligence

Howev'r your entry was upon good earth, What matters more is your exit from here; God knows how He allowed your earthly birth, To Him each one is loved, precious and dear. God hates the lazy soul, He made with care; The diligent shall reap their fruits of toil; Querying the Lord, only the foolish dare; Your labor's prime for seed sowed on good soil. Gardens can't spring forth beauteous flowers by song; Cities don't rise from mere concrete, steel, fast; The moon wasn't reached by dreams alone for long; Hard work brings out truths hidden of the past. No fool can do feats and pleasure derive! Through diligence, the human race can thrive. Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-11-2014