Day: March 31, 2022

March is going out like a lion
Storms of rain and ice
Sunshine giving promise
Just a prelude to more gray

Morning light teases me
Turning the woods to 
Gold and bronze
Then the depression of
Gray, gray-blue prevail

And attitudes turns us 
In the wrong direction
Where are the flowers 

Where are all of the
Lovely smiles we miss
People upset for little reason
As though the world is hostile

What will give them change?
It is all an inner thing
But bad disposition selected
Joy has no way to flourish

Then nature takes over
Afternoon sun reflects
The shoreline ice 
Enhances the sun 
In the form of small camp fires

The brightest makes you turn away
This beauty is rare and cannot be lost
Pictures give not the same affect
The eye caught all that is needed

We realize our insignificants 
Begin to learn patience
All things in their own time
Growth spurts are necessary
Many did not see
Many do not understand

Stanski
March 31, 2022 ^

Truth is what we are looking for
We know not what the future holds
Our judgement will be deserved
Based on how we have lived
We make mistakes; ask for forgiveness
Then foolishly revert to our weaknesses
We listen to talking heads
The media has many opinions
Also, their judgements pour out
Leaving us uncertain and alone
They take what is real and add
Their flourishing as though experts
Adding adjectives and then criticism 
It is true we lack good leadership
Changing what is working well
Forgetting precepts of our founders
Coloring and reshaping the truth
This is manifested in evil works
Cities burn and life is lost
Warfare exists regardless of intent
Children and adults flee looking for
Safety, water, shelter and food
Dictators give orders prompted by henchmen
Observe the destruction and look away
Call for truce while preparing for
The next round of on slot
Media experts are left wondering
There is only one truth
This truth is from the ONE                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   
The one who gave his life for us
Some are willing to abide
They know and help the wretched
Open their doors and hearts
Will watch in the future as chaff 
Is being burnt while the grain is secured

Stanski 
March 31, 2022 ^

I see the grains of sand
The moss on the trees
Reflections of the sun and
It seems that nothing 
Can surprise me because
I feel I am on top of it all

But way above the tallest trees
At night we see the stars and
Even know the constellations 
But putting that all aside

Above and beyond these stars
Are clusters of more stars and
Energies which emerge and collide
The explosions are not within 
Our grasp and there are no visuals

But the depth of the oceans and
The height of the sky are nothing
Compared to these catastrophes
Which I cannot begin to understand
But must accept as possibilities
And truth and to my own amazement 

I understand how insignificant i
Feel I am and also how God
Holds me up to His image and likeness
And holds my mundane soul 
Close to His own

Wonder of wonders
Like every flake of snow
Like every feather

Stanski
March 31, 2022 ^