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 ^
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Steve Haarman 