Dogs in Sutherland, Scotland
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.
I came across this poem recently in Good Poems Selected By Garrison Keillor and loved it's message.
I follow a blog called Wilf the PON discovers France. Wilf was diagnosed with cancer 8 months ago and although blind now continues to enjoy his life in the idyllic French countryside with his kind caregivers Angus and his wife. I like to check in on Wilf (and Angus) as he teaches me a lesson in living.