Day: January 2, 2024

The pictured rocks are said to be here

For three hundred million years and

Are beautiful to look at and point out

All the visuals you can find. Jesus on

The other hand has been with us as far

As we have learned for about two

Thousand years. All the history we

Are aware of has taken place during

This second period. It is hard to

Comprehend this as well as the

Never ending universe and eternity.

We know righteousness and forgiveness

Within the context of two thousand years

And had better dwell on our actions so

That we may be a part of the next generation

Of three hundred million years. I want to

Parade on those streets paved with gold.

And I want to do this forever. I have been

Groomed and grooved for this pleasure..

Stanski

January 2, ^

My garden is my life

I know the similarities

Both need attention

Sometimes at the same time

I must distinguish

Which takes precedence

The garden waits if

I am not ready, so I

Must prepare or fall behind.

I am happy with the garden  

And the landscape also

It just takes a pull here or

A nip there and everything is

Perfect in my little world.

New growth does not surprise me

It is treated like a gift from above

I look up to give thanks and feel

That I should be admonished for

Not expecting it in the first place,

Magic is not the word but is close to it.

A tug here, cultivation there, fertilizer

Where needed and water. Then wait.

Little animals love to romp and roll

They do not hurt a thing. Large animals

Find food elsewhere and that is good.

I do not stick out my chest. I have had help.

Mysterious but dependable.

Stanski on January 2, 2024, ^

The third day of gray

One at the end of the year

And two at the beginning of this year.

Safe to say the roads are clear

Black ice should not exist

People will roar to their destination

Sometimes without thinking.

The hospital is not happy

They like billing hours

Just like attorneys

They don’t extrapolate however

Like some lawmen do

They play it straight, although

One doctor told me I could

See him in five or six weeks

As he knew how to do the billing

The wind is from the south and

There are whitecaps slapping the shore

Why can’t we all be friends

I don’t want to be billed just because you can

And why can’t I call you by your first name

As you can call me by mine

I don’t ask you to call me Mr. Von Sloet tot Haarmann

Which was my last name before my dad had it

Shortened when he was naturalized. Anyway

I forgive you just as I forgive the gray. Why

Can’t we all be friends?

Stanski

January 2, 2024, ^