Sonnet: A Miracle Is Happening
Yes, Providence at last has heard my cry!
Most plaintive one, this planet ever sent;
The weather for my foes is turning dry;
A spate of punishments will come this Lent.
The Dean now knows that truth is on my side;
The nexus has been hurting me for long;
But I will never commit suicide;
In skilful ways, I’ve struck the Maker's gong.
From now onwards, I can be less active;
The wrong-doers are trapped in their own snare;
Henceforth, I will more God -fearingly live;
Be more alert, avoid errors with care.
Life’s chess-board pieces move by God's design;
My lease of life renewed, I needn't resign.
poem by John Celes
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