Day: April 14, 2021

Trees look sickly, especially in the mist
On a day that has been gray 
When the sun has not been evident
Its early spring; roads are ruddy and dirty
There is an absence of grace
Except for the running streams
Evergreens are magnificent
Tamaracks look doubtful at this time
I feel like ice which is about to crack
The horizon is barely visible
Despondency seems quite natural
Even though integrated with meaningful prayer
I seem artificial as if having no cause
Meditating and contributing leaves me 
Lusting for more; there has to be more
Beyond this; if only for just a glimpse
Sounds like a doubting Thomas, but normal
We all go through this and tomorrow 
When it is the same who will there be to blame?
It is the rapture that I would like to capture
So much to know; the need to glow
In my own eyes if nothing more
A stranger passes – I say hello – end of story
I did not want conversation
What I say is the same for everyone
It is my job to keep track of these things
I will give a report but pass no judgements
And I cannot answer inquiries as to what
I am all about; the tides are steady
A lesson to everyone; they are amazing and 
Have power manifested by the moon
Power in man does not equal this and 
Will eventually put you in the ground while 
Those suffering indignity will 
Wear the everlasting crown
The sun will begin to shine and in a few weeks
Everything will be fine
Melancholy is not all bad

Stanski
April 14, 2021 ^