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Things Work Out ~ Edgar Albert Guest

 

Things Work Out

Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong-
Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt,
It seems at last that things work out.

Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play-
Some of us whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night,
Most of our troubles work out all right.

Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long-
Some of us whimper that life's all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright,
And everything seems to work out all right.

So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will,
But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about,
Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

by Edgar Albert Guest

ai art by me

Gone Fishing ~ Chris Rea

 

I'm gone fishing
I got me a line
Nothing I do is gonna make the difference
So I'm taking the time

And you ain't never gonna be happy
Anyhow, anyway
So I'm gone fishing
And I'm going today

I'm gone fishing
Sounds crazy I know
I know nothing about fishing
But just watch me go

And when my time has come
I will look back and see
Peace on the shoreline
That could have been me

You can waste a whole lifetime
Trying to be
What you think is expected of you
But you'll never be free

May as well go fishing

Ode 314

Ode 314   

Those who don't feel this 

Love pulling them like a river,   

those who don't drink dawn 

like a cup of spring water 

or take in sunset like supper, 

those who don't want to change, 

let them sleep.

~ Rumi

ai art by me

Acceptance

 

Acceptance holds great power,

A key to setting free,

No longer tethered by the chains

Of what we cannot see.

In life, we each must navigate

The paths that twist and bend,

Understanding that to fight the flow

Is not the means to an end.

No one owns another soul,

And only the moon controls the tide,

So to question what fate has drawn

Simply leads to damaged pride.

Acceptance is not losing hope,

It’s wisdom born of grace,

Embracing all that life presents

Within our sacred space..

C.E. Coombes

Art by Olamik

Source: Serendipity Corner on Facebook

'Just'

 

'Just' implies it's little

'Just' implies it's small

'Just' suggests it's really

Nothing very much at all

Just a joke, just one bad day

And just a drop of rain

"It's just a cut, a tiny scratch

So why are you in pain?"

"It's just a little game"

And "can you talk for just a minute?"

But 'just' can be the thing

That pushes something to its limit

'Cause drops of rain are more than 'just'

When there are millions more

When every drop keeps inching water

Closer to your door

A cut is always more than 'just'

When you're already bleeding;

When every scratch reminds you

That you're further now from healing

A minute's never just a minute

When you're running late

And when expecting news

But all that you can do is wait

It's not just one bad day

When it has been a month or two

And it's not just a joke

When you find out the joke's on you

'Cause 'just' sounds oh-so-little

So it often serves to shrink,

To lessen what we feel,

What we experience and think

But if we're not familiar

With another person's feelings;

If we can't say for sure

If they are hurting or they're healing

If we don't know the nature

Of the things that have drawn blood

If we assume they're swimming

Whilst they're drowning in the flood

If we do not know how much time

Somebody else has got

Or how deep all their wounds might run

From all the things they've lost

It might be wise to listen

Whilst they're crying through the rain

And not dismiss their bleeding

When they're talking through their pain

And it might be wise to recognise

That 'just' for us is small

Whilst it might be 'just' the thing

That pushes them so far,

they fall

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Becky states she is currently trying to write a variation of this (as in it's not 'just' a smile - it could be the thing that saves someone that day) - but whilst it's still a work in progress, she shared this version

Becky Hemsley 2025

Artwork by Brooke Shaden

This poem is from her latest book, If The Stars Could Speak

Source: Becky Hemsley Poetry on Facebook