The purest form of human love <br />Tends to become like divine love; <br />Yet, cannot match the one above <br />Nor the Holy Spirit, the Dove! <br />Wisdom of man likewise falls short, <br />And cannot be like heaven’s sort; <br />Most holy saint on earth is less <br />As angels tend to be matchless. <br />The pure of heart reach God’s abode; <br />God detests all sins by His code; <br />The soul is dressed in garb of grace <br />To face the Maker’s holy face. <br />The aim of birth is to see God, <br />The Master of creation, Lord. <br />We ought to live as per His Word, <br />And be like children or a bird.<br /><br />Dr John Celes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/quintessence-9/
