Day: March 12, 2020

We in our own way
Slumber through life
We are fragmented
Cannot think straight
Depend on what is in vogue
For popular acceptance
Follow the crowd
Our only salvation
 
Engulf ourselves in sorrow
As if we are the cause
Cannot calm our anxieties
Do not want to
They give us identity
Almost make us praiseworthy
So clever, we, at rationalizing
Never acknowledging our culpability
 
We wish to be lucid
Clear to the understanding
But decline to speak to our souls
Are we afraid or ashamed?
What would we find there?
A path to worthiness?
An idea of perspective on
Grief and gratitude
 
The need to stand out
Is mundane and transitory
Look about you and ask
What is lasting?  Nothing
Everything is temporary
It all tends to pass away
Yes, it all ends and then
What do we do?
 
Reach into the resilient soul
Find the threads that endure
Weave a cloak of assurance
Wear it as a mantle of grace
Quietly serve while pleasing
Be your own master of content
All hope is not lost at this point
Something enduring will rise 
    
Stanski
March 12, 2020^
 
 

I went out at two
Woke up and looked out the window
It seemed cloudy, but it was full moon night
I dressed for the weather and left the house
 
The night was gray dark
Window whistled through the trees
Snow crunched beneath the feet
Disappointment was around the corner
 
On the lake side of the house
I heard the waves smooch the shore
There was no hint of violence
No evidence of stars
 
The moon was there I could see
Lighter clouds melding into darker gray
The light did not break through
Did not cast shadows on the ground
 
Beyond my sight were thousands of stars
Snow angels were about me
They were silent, but not in disappointment
The equinox would soon be here
 
Stanski
March 11, 2020 ^