It is late now, well past the bewitching hour
The clock is gently talking but no one is listening
At this time everyone has their own agenda
A train can be heard in the distance
The sound is easy to handle
Memories of you come into mind
Country music and lost love
All mix well into this hour
Alone without cause partly
because of the time of year
Longing for those busier times
Yet knowing that this is today
and this is what we have
Self-critiquing might be in order
Goal setting and things to do now and later
Work sitting there untouched calls for action
Books unread waiting to be touched
People we know who need to be hugged
Timeless causes should be attended to
Slowly we know our disposition will have to be renewed
Make a difference just in your being
That is what living is all about
Let the sign of peace radiate from your face
Tensions evaporate as you meditate and think
about the meaning of your own existence
The filling up and the emptying are all part of one big dream
What is your purpose and what purpose can be worked
through you as you open up, knowing this can be true
Acceptance has nuzzled its way into you
and presence is an everyday attitude
Fears subside and lamentations disappear for now
as growth takes over
This will be quite a new year
Stanski
January
Steve Haarman 