Sonnet: To The Poet Tim Weaver Poem by Dr John Celes

Much have I traveled ‘winged’ in realms of words;
And everywhere, I planted just good seed;
Some fell road-side; some eaten by strange birds;
A happy day to me, a Muse, indeed!

Some fell among the thorny bushes rife;
Many a reader blind had read my stuff;
A few critiques sent word-arrows like knife;
Some held me transiently by their hand-cuff!

Nothing deters my muse from speaking right;
I long to see my harvest on good soil;
My poesy turned much darkness into light;
God knows my mind and heart and soul and toil!

My earthly eyes have gained a heavenly gaze;
I long to leave this maze, to God embrace!