poem by Dave Morrison, included in his new collection of poems, Shake Hands With Your Heart, coming out in January

We’ve got Trouble now, but
there’s always been Trouble;
so we keep making babies with
enormous capacity for love and few
bad habits, we keep falling in love,
there are still trees, the moon and the sun
go ‘round and ‘round, the ocean swells
and recedes.  Birds sing not for profit
or praise, but just to make a joyful
noise.  We are bits of sea glass on a
vast beach of possibility, we are
surrounded by miracles and
bombarded with blessings.
Loss, heartache, suffering?
Always.
Love takes its lumps but always
wins.
Always, always, always.