WHEN IT RAINS

When it rains on Easter Sunday it is said that it will rain on

the next seven Sundays.  April has given us plenty of rainy days. 

Just a few that didn’t have precipitation, but today, Easter Sunday,

the sun has been shining since dawn. 

The clouds in the sky are white and the lake is very calm with hardly

a ripple of waves.  The ice is gone.  The birds are singing and flying

from tree to tree.  Most Christians are rejoicing in this,

the Resurrection of Jesus.  He will be with us for a while, giving us

instruction on what we should be doing after His Ascension. 

His major mission is complete.  The sun is sparkling off the lake

as in applause.  We await the Resurrection sunset which we hope

will be awesome and beautiful, but more importantly,

we are up to date on what is expected from us

with the help of the Holy Spirit.  There is much work to do

in a world that doesn’t seem to be aware of the condition and

furthermore is persecuting and murdering Christians. 

We must have faith and do those things that we can

which are in front of us and then proceed to the fringes

where our help is needed, now more than ever. 

We must provide food and water and then clean up the debris

left by nature and the oppressors.  This will not be an easy task,

but neither was the death on the cross.  We are to move

from crisis to crisis until we have everything cleaned up

and also spread the word of Jesus.  We must teach

what loving thy neighbor means.  Only when we do this will

we be worthy to take a room in the Father’s House. 

We ask for His blessings as we proceed.

Stanski on April 17, 2022 ^

ALONE ALL ALONE

Sitting alone here at the table

With no one, only myself

I was wondering about where

                The cookies had gone

That used to be there

                                On the shelf

I listened for a while

                And heard nothing

As I said

                There was no one about

Then I noticed the airplanes

                And thought

                                Well there’s some noise

The refrigerator

                Began to run

                                Oh, the droning hum

The light bulb with a dimmer

                Began to sing

I thought about the quiet for a while

 Felt that it had been very nice

The fridge stopped, a truck went by

                I turned out the light

I wanted to lookout

                Someone had drawn the shade

I studied the wall for a while

                And almost started to speak

I realized it was time for my Thorazine

I wondered if they were still using that drug

                But, boy, it works for me

                                I have a good supply

When I’m out we’ll see

Stanski

April 17, 2022 ^