Sonnet: Why Do I Change My Clinics Frequently?

Why do I start my clinics everywhere?
So far, I have not found the answer yet;
Perhaps, I have to pray and bless the air!
Perhaps, God tests me if I fume and fret.

Whatever happens, I must take with cheer;
In everything I do, God has a plan;
The will of God is not well-known, I fear;
God moulds and shapes to be a better man.

The things that happen to me are so queer;
Nevertheless, I praise the Lord, my God;
My life on earth to me is very dear;
My soul is precious to my Maker, Lord.

I do not ask the ‘whys’ of things these days;
God is my friend, guide, protector always!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-22-2007

poem by John Celes
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