Day: August 10, 2021

My mind goes blank and then numb.
Time may heal, but who can wait?
Decisions will be made and 
   called wrong by those who choose not to act.
I act, undoing work of others, whose valiant
    efforts no longer have value or meaning.
Worn out machines - replaced with 
    practical methods, while fodder removed
    from stalls allows oxygen to replace
    the ammonia laced, choking air.
Lungs begin to function normally.

This is accomplished without committee approval
“How dare I”, is murmured by the sodden, while
    new faces are eager to witness improvement and appeal.
Garbage cans have been cleaned, and
    today’s light somehow appears brighter.
Twisted minds are resentful in a new era, where
    titles have little importance among the gentry.
The graveyard looks appealing to the stricken.

Memory of what was will soon be forgotten.
Joe Blow is as important as Doctor Everything.
New day saints will obscure nothing, lest they
    lose everything which has become important and effective.
Sinners become bell ringers and pickers cast nets.
A new order confirms what now appears to be “non-radical” ideas.

Hills seem more rolling and valleys have new fragrances.
A new day and way echoes lessons long forgotten.
Christian soldiers willingly bear the cross of salvation.
     Crimson rays break through the clouds.
Sheep are content around the shepherd
     Gentle words heard soothe troubled souls
The Light continues to eliminate darkness

Stanski
August 10, 2021 ^