Day: April 5, 2022

SORTING OUT WONDER

It is not a wonder, but something

Seen from time to time

Ravens and blackbirds feeding off

A dead animal on the side of the road

God supplies, along with nature,

Which is an arm of God.  It reminds

Us that God watches over us and

Takes care of us in the way He

Sees fit and often invites us into

The equation.  Whether we respond

Is up to us, but when we see need

We should be eager to follow

His direction.  He offers us this gift

And we abide by offering Him our

Feeble help, making His cross a

Little lighter.

Stanski

April 5, 2022 ^

We are well into the third

Week of spring but your

Senses say that it is still

Winter and a winter that

Has not been overly accommodating

We take what we get and

Look for beauty that is

Out there but just has to be found

I look out my window and then

Look back in.  It is bright

The white snow mountains

Meld into the gray clouds

And it is impossible to

Detect a horizon

It is gray or white in every

Direction except where

The forest comes into play

That is where we will look

For the beauty that each day gives

Today a pileated woodpecker is

Flying from tree to tree looking

For a source of food.  They are

A nervous, flighty bird, never

Staying in one place for long

Their red against all the white

And gray and blending with the

Woods is a beautiful sight

Gratefulness is a mild word

To express how I feel

To spot such a bird on any day

Is a gift, but seeing one on

A day like this is a bonus and

A thrill.  All good things come

To he who is willing to wait

Here we go again, thanking

Spring for this gift while

Lamenting the miserable weather

Stanski

April 5, 2022, ^

We are covering up
There is no cause to be
Extricated from our sins
We were not encouraged
But no one brought their foot down
And now we play victims
Even though we know we
Were violating the precepts
We will pau an outrageous price
Unless there is intercession
Did the creator select us as 
The chosen people or did
We assume too much.  It is
Now for we, the sinners, to
Seek some kind of reconciliation
It is easy to ride the glory train
But when we get off we see
Only dark clouds and begin
To tremble until we are fortunate
Enough to realize that the creator
Sent His only son to spill His blood
For our salvation; otherwise we 
Will just be one of the buried dead
The Son died for our sins
And asked us to drink His blood
In rembrance of Him.  If we
Can do this we will have a
Place in His Father’s house
We are lucky souls to
Understand this and then
Devote ourselves to Him

Stanski 
April 5, 2022, ^