I am writing freehand off the top of my head
A duty to myself; this writing muses and poetry
A gift that sometimes flows like lava
Often unknown obstacles are in the way
I keep pushing forward; after all
It is my sense of wellbeing
Why let anything interfere
With this marvelous talent from God
I thank Him every day for every word
The basics in my life are obvious
Supreme Being centered, and then
The earthly compromises of the
Arts, nature, tranquility and women
Then an opportunity to engage
In a respectful conversation with males
Is it a better way of life we want?
How absurd, I think, when we have everything
Including the right to expression
A roof, hot water, lights, communication
Freedoms unheard of elsewhere
What more could I ask for
I am moved by the letter I received
From a women distressed in Haiti, who has
Children with little hope of survival
They depend on her two mile journey
To obtain water for a soup made with
Grasses and weeds to nourish them
Children suffering from malnutrition, she
Hopes they sleep through the night
While she watches out for poisonous snakes and spiders
She still has her faith in our Savior
He will watch out for her and her children
Her husband died in the hurricane
How can this not move me or anyone?
I will give to help her and many
Not until it hurts, but until it feels good
I am humbled by her faith and our
Collective failure to trust in God
Compared to her total trust in His power
I feel I have so much more to do and
Hope I am given the time and ability
To do what we are called to do
When I was hungry, you gave me to eat
When I was thirsty, you gave me to drink
Now enter in to the home of My Father
I gave you your gifts, now please try to use them
Build your temples with love, forget about stones
The glory shown God will beam through the ages
Stanski
April 10, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 