I’d thought of several longer posts for tonight, but, along with a small circle of committed Pagans, I’ve been working v hard for an electoral win in VA. We’ve been doing a lot of practical & magical work and, then, tonight, I spent too much time following election results. And, so, I’ll just post here the poem that I posted on FB a year ago, the morning of the national election. We lost then, but we won tonight. May it be so for you.
~ Sheena 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.