Mediocrity requires aloofness to preserve its dignity.
How many are there
That can quietly put up with death
Stoically going through the pain
A stubbornness to make death envious
Of life and the living!
How many are there
That can count up to end
Breathes where others see death
Holds on when there seems nothing to hold onto
As if to tell, ‘life is no pity, it’s dignity’!
Sonnet- Preserve Thy Soul, O Man
Protect 0 Man, thy soul from earthly stains;
God's breath of life is immortal in form;
Death takes it across supernatural lanes,
Untouched by the Satanic Tempter- Worm.
Preserve its divine nature without fail;
Released by Death, it should unite with God;
And live forever, Divine One to hail;
Alas, if sinful, goes to Hell by rod.
Let body' needs not tarnish soul's image;
Let sinful thoughts not weaken its nature;
Let it accrue grace, turning man to sage;
Let the ‘sheep’ graze then, the divine pasture.
Our soul is eternal, ethereal;
Our body, mind are just ephemeral.
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
The way to preserve the peace of the church is to preserve its purity.
No nation could preserve its freedom in the midst of continual warfare.
There is something sublime about its aloofness from and its indifference to its external environment.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.
Music is either sacred or secular. The sacred agrees with its dignity, and here has its greatest effect on life, an effect that remains the same through all ages and epochs. Secular music should be cheerful throughout.
The very concept of history implies the scholar and the reader. Without a generation of civilized people to study history, to preserve its records, to absorb its lessons and relate them to its own problems, history, too, would lose its meaning.
Preemption is the right of any nation in order to preserve its National Security; however, preemptive war is a tactic, not a strategy. When used as a strategy preemption dilutes diplomacy, creates an atmosphere of distrust, and promotes regional instability.
The Wish Of A Cat
a cat's wish
is to live in a great meritocracy
where cats are recognized
purely on the basis
of their great work,
this is not reality
once in a blue moon
a lucky cat wins in
a purr competition
but it must cultivate
to preserve its
it will lose it
of the dogs.
No nation which refuses to exercise forbearance and to respect the freedom and rights of others can long remain strong and retain the confidence and respect of other nations. No nation ever loses its dignity or good standing by conciliating its differences and by exercising great patience with, and consideration for, the rights of other nations.
the grass accepts death
of all it has, leaves and roots
its color blends with
the dust and parched mud
it also knows to preserve
burying resilient seeds on
and when it rains it begins
to grow buds
roots and all and the whole
ground is green again
meanwhile on cracked grounds
where once the pond was
the whiskers of the catfish begin
shedding off mud around its skin
the fish begins to swim
- quotes about catfish
- quotes about beginning
- quotes about beard
- quotes about buds
- quotes about rain
- quotes about swimming
- quotes about grass
- quotes about colors
- quotes about green
The Force Of My Depth
I need to be more patient with my self, allow the force of my depth, of my soul to guide me through the various intuitions of my mind, trust the spirit of my depths to navigate the changing winds of human frailties, limitations, emotions. Allow, summons the land of my vision of a full life to unfold its dignity, to infuse me, to wash over me, to bless all those I have contact with. To release, to harmonize with their depth, with their core.
A School For Broken Hearts
Is there a school for broken hearts
So it will learn some skills
And so to keep and thus impart
On it a solid will of steel?
Is there a school for broken hearts
To learn how not to love again?
And thus preserve its brittle parts
From once again being broken?
If there is such a wisdom school
I am sure my heart would enroll
For it is such a repeat little fool
With Love, it has known no control.
Perhaps it will graduate - say 'No'
Each time that Cupid fires a shot
And save itself any painful blow
From a heartbreak it will suffer not!
A saddened rain dropp
strikes me at the face.
When town is burning,
its dignity confronts me with force.
A human clone rises
like a smoke from the ruins
of our nerves.
Why the love has evaporated
from our hearts?
In new spread of palaces,
upside down roots grow with regrets.
The dark woods depart,
small grasses peel off.
the wounds of earth.
Tomorrow the half glory
of our greed will be exhibited
and leaves will burn.
Now a clearing has been made.
Sun smiles, bakes the bones.
The water of life
has been denied to us.
Beaming technology buries the classical path,
the book and the eros.
The wet landscape cries.
Sonnet: Grow Trees
The branches cut the wind fierce to a breeze;
The leaves break sunlight into chequered beams;
The shade of trees affords all travelers peace;
The wearied ones sleep ’neath the trees in dreams!
And birds too build their nests on branches high;
The squirrels eat their berries with great joy;
The trees make verdant all landscape near-by;
And attract rain in which children enjoy!
Trees make the earth greener and beautiful,
Adding oxygen to the air we breathe;
Preserve its trees, man! Nature is grateful;
The leaves and flowers can make us a wreath.
Trees are so useful to mankind always;
’midst good trees, men have spent their earthly days!
To Sleep Soundly Upon A Late Night
there is a promise of enjoyment
measured in just a few moments
you have to pay for the intimate hours
and then be silent
no images, nothing about love
nothing about memories to share
we want it to be brief and
but we never desire that it should
stick to our skins and bones
another longing for something that folds and
for something that opens and then closes
i could have grabbed that moment with you
but light is too much
and i am not blinded
i let it go and i am weary
so weary when i arrive again in my room
finding nothing but myself
with its dignity intact
i can sleep soundly now though it is late already
A Message Of Love
Build me a lofty structure
As high as the heaven above,
A floating bridge not yet far moved
Passing this side to the other...
Ignoring the distance
And the nearness am I
As the earth stretched out
Meets the blue sky,
Between them, lies existence...
Longingly, I look afar
For the true eyes cannot see,
Such lenses are mortally held
Asunder like the stars...
More beautiful than insight,
Cryptic, the message of love,
Like a secret shared with God
In wisdom so erudite...
Give the spark its dignity,
It has reasons all of its own,
While testing its agility,
The night will yet call its home...
Once and for all,
The true message of love
Will finally be delivered
With the help from the One above...
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