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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 seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
Sheenagh Pugh
Nicely said. Thank you.
My heart continues to hope.
Thanks for reminding us to focus on the light.
Thank you. I needed to read this right now. More than ever.
Brilliant. And may it be so.
Using sentimentalism as a tool to dig deeper with the assistance of insight from gifted poets and writers, like Shakespeare and Cervantes to name but two, turns us inward to our frailty and nobility.
If their content be ingested as intended, it guards against complacency.
We’re grateful yet uncompromising when judging progress—we aim to etch reason indelibly into our bosom so that the light of day springs from within to greet each and every sunrise.
This we do for future generations. It is to practice selflessness in search of balance.
Action resolves the limits of thought. If accompanied by greater self-awareness, ours is a future we can sculpt.
We need to know what we do and why. Mystery is child’s play. Each can know his or her own deeper motives.
We’re capable of so much more.
We owe it to the future.