This day
Sunny and bright
Cool breeze
Gives hint of autumn
I sit and
Think about
Those close to me
Having trouble in their lives
In one form or another
Nothing in the air
Speaks of rain or gray weather
Nothing we remember today
Speaks of how
We must reach out
To take the hand of Him
The One Who will lead us
On the path where we belong
When that thought comes to us
We will find peace and contentment
Our fear of the very worst
Keeps away the simple solutions
To our complexity
Pumpkins ready for harvest
Sweet corn is saying goodbye
Tomatoes by the bushel ready for canning
The hand of God is everywhere
We, sorting our things out
Seem to forget Him at the most critical time
When will we learn?
Will He ever be whom we seek first?
The day proceeds
We grow slowly
Still loved by Him
Stanski
October 20, 2021 ^
Steve Haarman 