I am alone
I am who I am
I have my dreams
My notions of life
Birds flying overhead
Cannot strip me of my oneness
Trees with no leaves
Darker in rain
Whiter in snow
Can have no influence on me
My cares and resolve
Belong only to me
I tend to the things I tend
Succeeding and often sharing
Raw and cold days
Walking past people
Lost in their maze
The question of truth pops up, doesn’t faze
Aloneness is evident
Awareness of condition, too
Willingness to change not found
A close look at those who would receive
A look at ethic and attitude
All the excuses not making their case
Truth has no home here
Why would I care or
Desire to share even
A minute, a second of my time
I hear the geese whine and squeal
Gathering for journey to where
Suitable quarters await
I do not hesitate to wish them well
I am not a judge
I look at the lake
Wet and cold
Gibbous moon glimmering
I do not ask, “What would Jesus do?”
He threw moneychangers out
That was His notion
He suffered the cross
What am I to do?
Stanski
December 24, 2020 ^
Steve Haarman 