You bet I care. I am consumed by dread, but it is tinged with a flicker of hope.
Sometimes
Sometimes things don't go, after
all, from bad to
worse. Some years, muscadel faces down frost;
green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes
a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war; elect
an
honest man; decide they care enough, that they
can't leave some stranger poor. Some men become
what they were born
for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not
go amiss;
sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will
sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that hard
frozen: may it happen for you.
I have permission to quote this poem as long as the poet's name is not mentioned.
2 comments:
Of course it is so that good can and does overcome evil! At the moment it is hard to hold on to that thought because there is this feeling that the whole world has been invaded by people who lie and people who choose to believe lies. My hope is that truth is simply always there whether it is spoken and believed or not . It is the bedrock.
I'm holding my breath.
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