Day: March 23, 2025

WHERE DO WE LOOK

Who can make the sunshine?

Sparkle the grass with dew?

Separate moons from stardust?

Could there be more than a few

Who bring joy to the masses and

Take away the pain, the scars?

So ingrained are the desires

To remove obstacles which

Have tendency to drain

Blood from our hearts

Leaving us morose, lonely

Alone to carry our cross

Where do we look for relief?

When all we hear is defeat

Anxiety about the need to carry on

Where is the staff

We were led to believe

Would be here to work with us

In a way that would not deceive

Will lead to the sacred river

Where we may be washed

Relieved from strain and stain

Of walking away empty when

There was so much to gain

Could it be that River Jordan?

The place we want to be

Join others in their songs

Escape from tyranny

Just cross the flowing waters

Find peace on distant shores

Be a part of the ringing glory

The sun there will be shining

On every people, every race

It is here we’re all the same

Trumpets blare will proclaim

This is that glorious place

Stansberry McKricken aka Stanski

March 23, 2025 ^