Day: January 28, 2020

I look at the Gulliver Creek
It is flowing, flowing, flowing
Making turns where ever necessary
Its banks are covered with snow
Shrubs, leafless and with leaves
And small trees line the bank

There is beauty not describable 
Objects below the surface are visible
Reflections are majestic
There are animal tracks about
The water keep coming
I turn around

On the other side of the road
The water appears as a pond
But it is moving
Flowing out to Lake Michigan
Its comes from springs
Underground sources

There is a lot of peripheral snow
Ice can be seen forming
No birds are near, but
A black bird is flying down the gravel path

Excitement exists
Wonder also
Where does the water go
Once it joins the lake?
Does it just become part of the larger body?
Does it side track and form a pool in the dunes?

The mysteries of nature
Always different, but always appearing the same
We are fortunate to be caretakers
If that is even possible
Whatever is we accept
We are grateful, fond and sheltered
 
Stanski
January 28, 2020 ^

Stop by the farm stand to order
There is an intercom
The driveway is long
Use the intercom
Your order will be ready
Two heads cabbage
A bunch of carrots
Some radishes
Four corn
A carton of new potatoes
Two packs of weed
 
Any eggs?
Not today
I’m going to lay my own
After the weed
Better make that four weeds
Now you’re talking
Weekdays are great
No commitments
Just show up
Everybody loves you
It’s a wonderful world
 
Drive up to the house
Order is ready
Payment is made
Can I give you something?
What?
Magazines
How many?
A box full
Why me
You’re the closest drop off
How considerate
 
Drive home
I meant to get eggs
Well next time
How soon
Tomorrow
I’ll need more weed, too
 
Stanski
January 28, 2020 ^

I wake up; hear the wind
Look up; see vast number of stars
Think of time and how condition changes
About ancient civilizations
All living in wonder
Thinking they are the ones
Only to fade and be lost
As conquering armies
Destroy them and their traditions
We have documented this manifestation
It is not lighthearted reading
But it is history
 
What had come before and
Was then destroyed or lost?
How many times was the same thing invented?
How many geniuses were never employed?
Millions of questions until we get to today
Where our world is full of novelties
Application of bizarre non-understood devises
A world of abuse, abortion, genocide, war, hunger and disease
Moon flights and space exploration are commonplace
I hear the peal of a distant train
Ancient, but still of great use, reminding me of
Computerized farm tractors advanced beyond comprehension
 
Church bells ringing; new days waiting
Schools welcoming students in the act of
Developing new bones in their neck area for support
And arthritis in their fingers and wrists
From damage caused by little machines
Language arts and understanding being lost
Music enjoyed, but learned by only a few
Critical thinking and thought development abandoned
Repetition of what is not understood, like parrots
Was there ever a simple life; free from hang-ups and strife
Where ego was not the big thing; everyone invited in
Where being wrong was an opportunity to learn
 
There is hope that we will all open up
Know the One, Who is really in charge
Follow Him as He advised
Avoiding  our eternal demise

Stanski
January 28, 2020^
 

I have faith in what I write
The lake’s waves are my time measures
I line myself up in accordance
They are steady
Every day, every day
They have purpose
I think of the water
I drink the water
I think of all that might be
Love in the water
Miracles in the water
Gifts of grace in the water
It fills me up
My cup overflows
 
I take the seasons
I write to the seasons
Seeing beauty in each day
In each hour of the day
Beauty is there
It is a gift
We must sometimes look for it
As the sun goes down on a cloudy day
There is a little light in the west
Below the dark clouds
This is the only light
So wonderful to see
It lifts my spirits
 
I love the world
The presentations of each season
When right I will walk the forest
See the flowers and condition
The forest will know me
Know my sense of love for life
I have no fear of death
But I love life
After this world is over for me
The world will know I loved for it
It was a gift of my birth
I have emptied myself
Now I am filled
 
Stanski
January 27, 2020 ^