I make my path Not alone although It may seem that way Detoured, I may despair Not knowing that it is good And the mountain disappears I am on my way again To do what, I wonder Without a plan, I can Only react to condition Foolishness is inevitable Consequences unpredictable Voices cause confusion I feel dispirited Vagary is overwhelming Confinement of thoughts No clarity exists Stagnation prevails My heart is heavy Weighed down by events Pain and hurt Anger and fear Hang in the air Disquiet my senses Turmoil, chaos, and destruction Unimaginable loses Including life and lives My heart is troubled Aggression for aggression sake Government aiding and abetting Their involvement lacking Peaceful protest abandoned God’s Word forgotten Heal my heart, Creator Open my eyes to goodness Let me love and think Let me help someone feel safe Keep me aware of evil Give me strength to avoid it Make my path your path Replace my fear with proactivity I have never known peace Because misery always exists If one is hurting I am hurting Charge me with Your Grace So my heart will not close I am at my lowest Please, I pray Help me rise Stanski June 2, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 