Sonnet-Things Seem Far Better Poem by Dr John Celes

This year is going to be pleasant to me;
My days of gloom are coming to an end;
My God has shown His Mercy uniquely:
And proved as Friend when men could turn fiend.

My fame will come in many ways, I think;
But, I am in no hurry for the same;
Like a Horse, I stand on the river's brink;
My thirst is less, But sure I'll get my name.

None can prevent my God-destined uplift;
It pours like Rain down from the cloudy Sky:
No more, my ship at sea wi11 be adrift;
No storm can hurt with God as Friend nearby.
The past turmoil did happen for a cause:
But now, my woes enter a stage of pause.