This morning there’s a lot of chat on the airwaves about the upcoming election in Queensland. What it will mean at state level. Nationally. Who might be vanquished. Whose career is on a knife’s edge…
And so it goes.
Results and consequences will come soon enough. For now, the green is thriving and my legs can carry me out along a path in the relative quiet of my thoughts.
I’ll take a poem with me for company. It’s an old friend, invoked many times for many reasons, in all seasons. It will be good for today. Maybe it will serve you, too.
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.
Yes, yes. May it happen for you.