Somethings 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 seems hard frozen; may it happen for you.

Such a wonderful soulful blog you have. I love to visit when I can.