WHERE DO WE LOOK

Who can make the sunshine?
Sparkle the grass with dew?
Separate moons from stardust?
Could there be more than a few
Who bring joy to the masses and
Take away the pain, the scars?
So ingrained are the desires
To remove obstacles which
Have tendency to drain
Blood from our hearts
Leaving us morose, lonely
Alone to carry our cross

Where do we look for relief?
When all we hear is defeat
Anxiety about the need to carry on
Where is the staff 
We were led to believe
Would be here to work with us
In a way that would not deceive
Will lead to the sacred river
Where we may be washed
Relieved from strain and stain
Of walking away empty when
There was so much to gain

Could it be that River Jordan?
The place we want to be
Join others in their songs
Escape from tyranny 
Just cross the flowing waters
Find peace on distant shores
Be a part of the ringing glory 
The sun there will be shining
On every people, every race
It is here we’re all the same
Trumpets blare will proclaim
This is that glorious place

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski
March 23, 2016 ^