Day: February 3, 2020

Water streaming
A never ending river
Taking me to places
I have no knowledge of
I am happy 
Feel secure
Like magic 
No problems
Just delights
Ancient dreams
Becoming true
Endless days 
Work is all through
I cry out
To a beautiful sky
Is this heaven?
I want to sigh
Hold my motion
Resist a notion
To pinch myself
I have dwelt
With mystery
Traveled fields
On horseback
Skied mountains
Climbed the same
No one questioned
Is this insane?
An epic journey
A gift to me
I took the measure
Never tried to flee
Glory waits
Not for me
But my gift to One
Greater than me
Life is rapid
Has value
Often wasted
I rejoice
My choice
Will not be denied
Although mystified
 
Stanski
February 3, 2020 ^
 
 
 
 

In the dark of night
When one sometimes awakens
Deep thinking or meditation takes place

I find myself in awe thinking
We exist for just a speck of time

In the parameters of eternity
It is difficult to contemplate
When sometimes a day
Seems like forever

We are born
We die
The world keeps turning

Our God knows us
He, too, is beyond comprehension
Faith alone keeps us grounded

How do we live our lives?
What is important and
What is irrelevant?

From this to that we scurry
Always it seems in a hurry
Must make something happen
As though indispensable

We influence others
Bear grudges and get angry
Happiness and joy occur
We feel necessary, but
In reality we are nothing

I think of aborted life
Death on the battle fields
Millions of specks
Here or almost here
And then gone

Cemeteries filled with bodies of
People we never knew and
Oh, we are so necessary
Too bad for them, that they
Never had the chance to know us

We will be gone soon enough
Another speck missed by maybe a few

Live each day
Be spectacular
Love others
 
Stanski
February 3, 2020 ^
 

The night of the world is ancient
Winds whisper of fear and the
Purpose of creation swept away
We suffer again the fear of plague
It goes by a different name
A coronavirus transmitted
Person to person
 
The night is alone, dark
Cannot speak out truth
Will give no light at this time
We do not learn
Bring wrath upon ourselves
Proclaim we’ll do our best
Give our warnings to be safe
 
The night is not all bad
It is very temperate
Allows for millions of dreams
Often indistinct and incomplete
Too often not remembered
We awake un-rested
Clamoring about existing danger
 
The dark night offers no hope
No flowers or sacred music
It leaves us cold and alone
Dwelling as we would in the light
Where our cares are one-sided
Our thoughts self-centered
Foolish people that we are
 
We make painful attempts at slander
Shifting any share of blame
Encase ourselves in strategy
Like concrete in a broken mixer
We are woeful, hopeless, and crusty
Search in all the wrong places
Avoiding appeal for His graces
 
Stanski
February 3, 2020 ^

I am not the star of this story
No one around here has read it
It is not about everything I miss at home
You keep jiving me
Refuse to understand
It’s about someone you never knew
The one I keep talking to
I can’t stop loving you
We are one
Into eternity
We had ecstasy
And central heating
Your smile melted my heart
The polite way you handled yourself
But let me have it four ways from Sunday
Couldn’t stop laughing at you
So quiet in public
Then the burst
As you prepared dinner
Now every time I turn around,
I am in love with you again
Every day I have the blues
I really needed you loving me
Always
Now I have boogie nights
Yearning for your love
You were right for me
But now it can never be
I will make it through
Because I can always think of you
What else can I do?
Never stop dreaming of you
Joy and pain
Here today
Gone tomorrow
That is how it was
You’ll always be on my mind
Forever, for always, my love
 
Stanski
February 2, 2020 ^