Day: February 23, 2020

Those who came had faith
Prayed to God for good earth
They were glad with worship
Approached their destination singing
They were people of God

Knew He made them and
Would witness their manifestation
These devote children
Saw in their minds
Sheep in pastures
Cattle in fields

They had hope
Knowing too
That they were sheep
And would depend on
The Good Shepherd

They entered their “land to be”
With thanksgiving
They were steadfast with love
As they began their destiny

They knew His love would endure
Even though they may lose as
The land they cherished would fail
Causing them to move on
With renewed hope

This was North Dakota
Arid soil and timber less
Hundreds of miles from nowhere
Still possibility called
The human spirit lifted
In the answering

Many perceiving the outcome
As though mystics
And with their faith
Many succeeded, prospered
Lived their lives fully
Then eventually died in peace
 
Stanski
February 23, 2020 ^

I wake up
look out the window
see two black birds
flying
a warning or
an alert 
be careful
today is a new day
wait for your chances
think before acting
watch the road
drive safely
think of others first
be sure to listen
encourage others
reserve your opinions
remember who you are
a child of God
do His work willingly
do not complain
remember your goals
spread His word
respect for everyone
keep in mind
the kingdom of heaven
your ultimate destination
thank the birds
they are messengers
angel like
have glistening wings
sing sweet music
sing along with glee
be thankful
you are a chosen one
 
Stanski
February 23, 2020 ^

The bible says to forgive
To turn the other cheek
So it can be slapped too
Sometimes this doesn’t work
Plans were made
Agreed to; sounded good
The man left the east
Found land in North Dakota
Would claim land and build
A barn, a house, and fencing
A garden and fields readied
He would send for his wife
She had waited two years
Traveled by train to Bismarck
Then a horse drawn dray
Several days to the farm
 
There was no farm
No garden existed
A small sod house
Dug out of a hill side
No barn or coops
A few unsheltered animals
A broken heart
There would be no
Standing by my man
No face would be slapped
No cheek turned
A long walk lay ahead
Bismarck would be home
Then a job would be needed
Until enough train fare earned
The baby would never see the plains
 
Stanski
February 22, 2020 ^
 

 
There is no score
No one really cares
Act to satisfy yourself
Live with a little flair
 
Sun was bright today
Thirty-two degrees
Still like January
No complaining

Groundhog Day said spring
A few weeks away
Then six more of winter

April will tell us
That it was worth the wait
Plenty of time
Between now and then
Many things to accomplish
So much more to plan
 
By start of spring
Everything will be done
Then we can say
Let’s have some fun
 
But the truth is
We don’t have to wait
Joy comes with every day
Doesn’t matter what we plan
Be it work or be it play
 
It’s a little like a game
We’re not risking our fame
Living can be exotic
Instead of just plain
 
Stanski
February 22, 2020 ^