Month: February 2020

It is not my birthday
Not even close
But if it was
I’ll tell you what I’d do
Go to the mountains blue
Or the big lakes blue
Or the horizon blue
And then just listen
To the rhythms of the place
The sounds of earth’s grace
From where do they come
And how can I hear?
My heart is already gold
I have nothing to fear,
Except God, Himself
I know He is near
Look at the flowers
The birds and trees
The butterflies
How grand
This land
I am filled with joy
Do not always understand
Are there distant lands on
Other planets
In universes unknown
What is impossible?
I am one who believes
In all possibilities
Just look at the bees
An army working for their queen
Making honey as a gift
A reality
Right before our eyes
How can we disbelieve anything?
And why are we not working for our King?
He is complete without us, but
Wouldn’t that just be just the thing?
 
Stanski
February 2, 2020 ^
 
 

Get out the guitar
Play a little song
Listen to the tambourine
It is funky jive
Just to keep you alive
Now for some rap
Listen to me man
I’m the preacher boy
This ain’t no ploy
I have a lot to say
On this very day
Jesus died on the cross
Don’t deny He’s the boss
Know what I’m saying
I’m just saying
 
It ain’t easy being Lord
Watching my sinners boast
I could turn them into toast
That’s why I’m King
Look at my golden ring
Doesn’t mean a thing
Could be a piece of string
A reminder too
Of all of you
Sinners out there
Do you really care?
Like you say you do
I can drop the other shoe
 
But I won’t
My love is too great
Do not hesitate
I don’t exaggerate
When I say to thee
Just follow me
My fingers are sore
There is no more
No more time to play
Put the music away
Work now is the jive
If you want to stay alive
 
Stanski
February 2, 2020 ^

Hey, Chuck Baby
You think you're eye candy
Don’t be fooled
This is just a block party
Everyone is sweet
Never mind your thoughts
I know Chicago is a big city
You call yourself a peace maker
Why is your river green?
Don’t give me that Saint Patrick’s jazz
Jock it in my boy
You’re feeling good
Want a peacemaker interlude
Don’t hold your breath
We came to your party
If you had to pick one interlude
I hope it would be the time you spent with me
When I explained how things were going to be
Every day I have the blues
You know what I am saying
I have the funky get down
You want love nationwide
Too bad you don’t have a magic wand
Take the party roll
Make a sound for the town interlude
They should call Chicago, "Chuck Town"
Then would come the Chuck Town Intro
Claim you love the theme from “The Godfather”
People will believe you
Call for a Latin interlude
Jingle jangle man
This is all for you
Don’t mess with me now
I’m just getting wound up
You call me your man, but
It don’t mean a thing
Watch out Harlem
Chuck is coming for an interlude
Be careful Chuck
Look out for that river
 
Stanski
February 1, 2020 ^

Hard to explain emotions

The city, (that would be Grand Rapids)
Has expanded way beyond its borders

Its entities, like Spectrum Health
Has satellites in all directions
Schools in several cities

This is called advancement
Makes one proud as condition improves

At the same time
Just beyond the last influence

I witness old farm buildings and silos
Which have not functioned for eons

A red painted barn with a green roof
Appears to be used by a gentleman farmer

One building, sun-faded gray with
Weather darkened roof is still standing

Nothing has been going on there for a while
Birth and death on the same road

A sign of the times
No crystal ball available

But isn’t that the way we like it
A lot like brain storming

Some ideas work, others don’t
Good ideas expand for everyone’s apparent good
Other ideas, once good, are now out of vogue

I can be happy and sad at the same time
We learn from the past and then bury it
We anticipate the new, filled with hope

It is not a merry-go-round, but
I would love to grab a golden ring
Be part of something bigger than myself

There is so much to do in our “world”
So many people unaware of possibilities
Addiction, abuse, and depression
Bad habits chewing up income
Many problems to solve

This is still today as we witness birth and death
We are people of character and sensitivities

There are many ways of getting involved
Who, I say, if not us; when, if not now

We will soon be the old barns and silos
What will our record be?
Who will miss us as new solutions come along?
 
Stanski
February 1, 2020 ^

Up at six o’clock
Shower, dress, leave
Daughter is with me
Rely on water for fluids
Head to St. Ignace
Cross the Mighty Mac
Continue to Traverse City
Daughter picks up repaired auto
We each head back
I need to make three stops
For fuel and de-fueling
My last stop is in Gulliver
I am turning right as
She signals a left turn
Follows me home
Eight hours and fifteen minutes
Staggering but beautiful
Flying by on Highway 75
Trees are painted with snow
Many look like Birch but are not
Evergreens have branches
Heavy with snow
Golden leaves still on oaks
Everything is as it should be
This is winter
Precipitation begins to fall
Rain drops turning to snow flakes
Roads get slushy
Extra care taken
Fifteen minutes and it is over
Dry roads and the bridge near
Cross bridge; enter God’s country
You could smell it in the breeze
But too cold to lower window
We just know
Another hour or so we are home
Then our day will begin
 
Stanski
February 1, 2020 ^