In the midst of dire reports and insane circus acts on the world stage,
it feels right to close the year with this poem.  Crazy maybe, yet to what the poet says,
I say, amen, brother.  Bless you, friends.

Everything is Going to be All Right
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The poems flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
The sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are beautiful and bright.
I lie here in a riot of sunlight
watching the day break and the clouds flying.
Everything is going to be all right.

Derek Mahon, from Selected Poems
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* Click on the link to listen to my suggested musical accompaniment for this poem…might as well go out rockin it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICr9lfWq3yY