Sonnet: Life's Crosses Poem by Dr John Celes

Life's crosses seem to grow heavier each day;
It looks to be a mammoth one at times;
My fettered hands can only try to pray;
O God, do usher in some better climes.

How long must I this ignominy feel?
My days on earth are dreary, gloomy still;
And slippery is ground under my heel;
My mind and heart appears so very ill!

I'm then reminded of the cross Christ bore!
His burden being light - the wearied come;
Kneel down and pray from heart until its sore;
All temptations, the Lord had overcome.

The cross that Jesus carried beckons us;
Our Savior has removed all kinds of curse!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-09-2017