Sometimes all goes well.

This is a poem I came across in Garrison Keillor’s “Good Poems”, a book I like to have near me. When we try new adventurous projects, we sometimes feel vulnerable and doubtful. These words have helped me and my friends keep faith in ourselves and continue moving forward.

 

Sometimes, by  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.

 

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