Sonnet-With Patience More Poem by Dr John Celes

With patience more, most things will turn aright;
The sea becalmed, the Wind will breeze again;
The Moon and Stars will fill the Sky at night;
The Sun will shine; The clouds will bring the Rain.

With patience more, the liars will be booked;
The traitors will be caught red-handed soon;
The disguised ones will sooner be all hooked;
And time will make all things bane, also boon.

With patience more, the evil will be caught,
In snares they laid to trap the innocent;
The scheming minds will almost be a naught,
And winds of change will come as tho' God-sent.
With patience more, the good prevails o'er bad,
And happiness will fill hearts that are sad.