Days of Petanque: Correction

Date: January 22, 2020 at 1:20:21 PM PST

Sometimes driving at night I get turned around and lose my way. Then I have to retrace my route and hope to find where I made a wrong turn.
There is a reason my novel is titled "Second Chance Diner"

Standing there as casual as someone's sister 
Two boules in her upturned palm
I at first took her to be merely mortal
Like any other you might pass on the sidewalk
On your way to the grocery store.
But I was mistaken.
She is a daughter of gods
A granter of blessings 
A whisperer of spells
Giving comfort and solace to troubled minds
With the only the gentle brush of her fingertips
Against your sleeve
Or a smile in a photograph taken in a park 
Of a family picnic on a summer evening
Without need or even desire for you to know
How it came about
Your cares are eased for the breadth 
Of her presence in our world

It is hard to overstate the value of a good man

He brings belief that the dawn will rise

No matter the river rising at night

The wolves at the door

And the stars fall from the sky

As long as there is but one good man in the world

We can believe that he will

Upon his back if needs be

Carry us to higher ground

Point or shoot
Hit or miss
It does not matter
At days end you return to the love of your family 
Secure in the knowledge 
You abide in the hearts of your friends