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 ^
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Steve Haarman 