Day: January 10, 2020

I will ponder
over many things
some are trivial
others not important
I must like
to hear myself talk
Walk around searching
stalk, stalk, stalk

I like to weed
the flower bed
and need to, too,
just to stay sane
but now is
not the season

I like to read
read good books
and for this
I have a reason
these other jobs
important; mundane

Water these plants;
Mop up the floors
Do you think it’s time?
The bigger thoughts,
the big ideas,
They may have to wait

Right now is the moment
for thinking it through;
It’s the time to
write down a plan.
I’m going to work on this
for quite a while

I hope I can find out
who I really am
I hope I can!
I hope I can!
Right now I feel like
an air borne bird
Not knowing where to land

I’m not looking
for an easy path,
But for the road to home
I’ll be alright
when I get there
And will no longer
have to roam

The feeling is there
I have it now:
The music, the sun
and the moon
And the sweet fragrance
of nature’s ecstasy

Stanski
January 10, 2020

A most sacred right is to show mercy
The esteemed in high places are begged
for mercy to be granted if in their power
This is in the history of mankind

I try to be like these esteemed
but do not think of myself as such
I encourage everyone to be merciful;
to be tolerant; not to judge

I forgive readily and frequently
just as I wish to be forgiven
When others protest and are indignant
I try to advise and persuade

None of this is easy, nor is it
handled in a uniform way
We are entitled; some will ignore
Others walk away; curses are called out
and evil thoughts grow disproportionately

Still mercy is honor and honorable it is
to show mercy and forgive
We evolve, but characteristics
stay the same and move along with us

The attributes should become
stronger as we grow wiser
Everyone will not understand;
not now or ever

Thus we are challenged to be bold in
preserving these sacred rights

Stanski
January 10, 2020 ^

The midnight waves are pounding
I listen to their sounds
What are they singing to me?
They repeat; they repeat
Be at peace; be at peace
Your soul is gold
You have been forgiven
Keep on living; living graciously
Be of substance as you carry on
Do not be afraid; the world is as it is
There is nothing in your hands you can do
Your will if free, but you will be guided
Do not hesitate when you hear the call

The waves continue to orchestrate
They need no accompaniment
Their message is clear
I feel lighter and free, but
Know that wave speak is sentimental
It offers an easiness hard to resist
Will I take it easy? No!
My nature is to endeavor
But I will heed
Save my energy for when I hear that call
Say no more to me you delightful messenger
Make your call for the wind to clear the sky
Let the moon give light to my mystical path

Stanski
January 10, 2020 ^