It is a long road home and
I have been traveling that way
for quite a while. No one has
given me a salute as I pass by,
mostly because they don’t know
what I’ve been through. Many
know that I am a human angel
and many more do not know
and if they did they would care less.
My job has been to observe and influence.
There are times when my just being present
has prevented evil things from taking place.
It is not a glamorous job but can be very draining.
Sometimes I think that dying would be
an easier route, but I disavowed that
possibility a long time ago. I keep moving on,
feeling worn and ready to lie down.
My time for that has not come so I must
gather myself together and carry on.
Those who know me will understand
and offer encouragement, but as I said,
I have never received a salute. I would
like to rest, but I know I have work to do.
This will take me to places I am not familiar with.
My directions were to go and never question why.
I felt like throwing in the towel, but I am not one to
quit when things looked bleak. I had been doing
this for quite a while and the prospect of carrying
on surely looked bleak, but I proceeded and
completed my mission. When I finally reached home
I became restless for the road again. This was after
I recovered from all the strain. My body and soul
were ready to continue my task, but the higher authority
told me to lay back for a while and really mend.
I would be called when I was ready so I took
the long road home again and this time I stayed.
I like the arrangement, but will be ready when I am called
Stanski
November27, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 