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^
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Steve Haarman 