Poetry Month: Day Twenty

An optimistic poem from an old quote journal, the jist of which reminds me of a particular twist ending in a novel I once read. The author had a particular character dangling over the abyss of death- it was the expected outcome. When she yanked the doomed character back onto life's shore, she used it as an opportunity  to illustrate the goodness of God; that sometimes the forecast for stormy weather is man's best guess without a measurable differential for God's grace in place. As the Bible has aptly put it: who knows?

Sometimes 

 Sheenagh Pugh 

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.