Time to scratch away Wondering what will follow tonight No desperation or hesitation Miracles of nature, witnessed all day Am I insignificant? I wonder, how can I compare? But To quit I wouldn’t dare Manifestation beheld is a gift Should I not give back? I am not clogged by any aberration, But have a clear view and no excuse, Nor do I seek one Sometimes the shrouding can block my vision But my trained eye looks through The thickest cloud and finds an answer I will talk back, say, get out of my way These mysteries are bigger than the skies and Deeper than the ocean So I absorb and feel gratified My expression of joy is limited even though The volume of it that passes through me is overwhelming I am blessed if that is the question My observations always fast track to the origin It is then that I feel humbled It is then that I know that I must step up and Be the spire that can be observed not for my notoriety But more as a beacon of light for those unable to see This is duty and accepted To not would draw close a curtain that would then be the end of me No worries, my structure is strong, blessings again I will not suffer fools but take them by the hand and Lead them to where they can see that their words ring hollow Their belief then, in the mystique of life, supersedes all my efforts I sometimes become the pupil This is overwhelming A real gift without a bow One that we all long for, and will receive eventually As we will faith, if fulfilled with reality Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski 01/15/2022 ^
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