Day: November 22, 2020

I believe in God.

A strong belief, even though

I cannot see Him; touch Him

or hear His perceived stern but gentle voice

Of my own life, I do not know what to believe. 

I am like a blade of grass, a leaf, a grain of sand

I basically endure what life throws at me

And have never failed to step up to the plate

I have suffered losses and success and

have never become bewildered because

I believe and know there will be a tomorrow

I don’t believe in softness and with

any victory I do not shed the hollowness

which I feel as an individual because

I know that I am basically insignificant

and arrogance, should I have that,

could lead to complacency and indifference

But I did what I did and still do without

waving or keeping score.  I made

my decisions and am accountable whether

I meant them or thought about them twice

It is all history now and looking back I wonder

what happened because I flourished, without

drama or purpose, just because I felt what

I was doing was right.  Like the grains of sand

on the beach, I endured

Stanski

November 20, 2020 ^