THE POET SITS IN WONDER

I sit, wondering what life is all about

Death is certainly a part of life

It is the end and leaves those behind empty

There is so much involved in life and the living

Good and evil coexist and the resolution of this

Is a complex equation that no mathematician or

Scientist can put a pencil or experiment to and

Come up with and definite explanation

One we knew as gentle and vivacious in the

Summer past is lost forever in the cold of winter

It is for those left who wrestle with the whys and wherefores

The taken one is in the hands of angels and higher spirituals

We mourn because we do not understand and

We mourn because we do not realize that the deceased

Condition is now most likely far superior to our own

It is we who are left behind who have to continue to

Deal with the complexities of life which leave us a

State of conflict, where it is difficult to come together

Because we all think so differently and what is good for one

Is not acceptable to another and a minor battle rages

It is a situation where one who was carefree and lived life

As if there was no tomorrow passes, is praised for his

Approach and honored with accolades and soon forgotten

It is, this life, a situation where sanitation does not exist,

In many places around the globe and we cannot understand,

Nor is there enough food or water to prevent malnutrition

And those who try to fix the situation are stymied by

Those in charge and dictators who want fees and control

The givers are frustrated, dictators are indifferent and

Organizations who can do nothing are pleading for money

Life does not equate with peace as much as death does

In life we must make our peace by following precepts

Given by those who know and have experienced the way. 

This may not be easy but it is one way and we can be proud

And happy for our success and help others who have not

Attached themselves to the concept and find it difficult to do so

The sun casts a golden-bronze on pine trees in the woods right

Next to similar trees covered with snow.  There is beauty.

The sun reflects light off of the ice-mountains formed in the lake.

This is beauty.  Beauty we can attempt to understand while often

Ignoring the beauty in our fellow man because we are so busy

We should take a deep breath and think about these things and

Try to make changes that make condition better for everyone

Our understanding and behavior will improve along with happiness

Steve Haarman aka Stanaki on January 7, 2025 ^

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