Wednesday, December 11, 2019


Don't imagine for one moment that I haven't mentioned the election because I don't care what happens tomorrow. 

You bet I care. I am consumed by dread, but it is tinged with a flicker of hope.

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.


marmee said...

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.

Sue Hepworth said...

I'm holding my breath.