Author: stevehaarman

Not that I know 
The moment when
I drifted off
Slumber land is peculiar 
Vivid dreams at times
Seeming so real
We visit loved ones
Gone before us
Have adventures
Wake up.  Get up
Check the time
Go back for more
Loveliness or sadness
By the scoopful
Somewhere the exploits end
You wake up
Sometimes in a hurry
Often coughing or
Scratching
Looking for water
Often seeing stars
Or a bright moon
Always fazed by
The reality of
Our insignificance 
Still we come too
Become cognizant 
Know we have purpose
Are driven by it
Make peace with the day
Greet our loved ones
Make our preparations
Feel untangled and
Ready to go
Don’t wish to
Abandon ambition
Before I get going
I am totally aware

Stanski
October 24, 2021 ^

Sometime in the past
The threat of rain
Car pulled over by police
I am passed in a careless way
By a man with a handicap
License Plate
He enters the Church parking lot
In a hurry to meet with God so
He parks in a spot where we 
Were instructed not to park
What is the hurry? 
The Father has His own schedule

Stanski
October 23, 2021 ^

The real world escapes me as 
I dwell in the late October landscape.  
Beauty, still existing, lifts me and 
I make plans for next year.  
This is often consuming, 
but never tiring.  
Possibilities cross my mind, 
I get excited, but 
probabilities settle me down.  
This is a one man show and 
Rome was not built in a day.  
The trees are empty and 
won’t be filled for five or six months.  
I have plenty of time to make my plans and 
no pressure is mounting because 
I am on my own and call all the shots.  
There is one dead tree to take down.  
It is on adjacent property, but 
looms as a danger.  
Branches break off at the top and 
fall where children play and cars are parked.  
Broken concrete will have to wait until spring.  
I stay focused on what is in front of me and 
exist in a peaceful trance.  
The sun will soon be setting.  
All is well in Stansville.

Stanski
October 23, 2021 ^

 
I walked the road for an hour
Saw no one along the way
No one knows what I am up to
I am not a psychopath 
Chipmunks are suicidal 

Stanski
October 22, 2021 ^

How could I afford to
Disobey that call?
A distant call, but
Insistent in the way
It rang out for help
Help for people, in need 
Whose voice had to be 
Heard and was heard and
Reverberates still,
This day and everyday
And if ignored who is
Deceived, the one who
Should be receiving or
The one capable of giving
Whoever summons me,
Has need of me or of
What I can do for them
So, I have no choice,
Except one, and that is 
To give everything that
I can, not until it hurts,
But until it feels good
Only then can I sleep
And not be afraid
Without a racing heart
Without self-inflicted 
Pain for running away
I have been on the other side
Waiting for a favorable answer
To my needs and it is not
Desirable to be in pain as
You hope for something
That you are sure will be
Denied and you made a
Pledge, a Divine thing, to
Be available forever if only
My need could be fulfilled
And so it is as I give freely
I am helping someone and
Helping myself for I feel
The contentment that
Giving brings and avoiding
The wrath should I not

Stanski
October 22, 2021 ^

Our beautiful bright minds
Go dark time and time again
Then plans for improvement
And dedication of our lives
Evaporate and we find
Ourselves starting over
We are lucky to have a
Loving creator who wants us 
To succeed and proceed 
His Son died for our wrongs
And now seeks goodness
We are fragile and must
Continuously look to Him
For guidance hoping that
He will respond to our wishes
We must be patient in waiting
We are good at justifying our wrong
And often forget to pray for help
We fail to act when we should
In a positive way, often choosing
The dark, but His Light 
Overcomes our darkness
It is time now, this very day, to
Turn to Him with gratefulness
For His compassion

Stanski
October 21, 2021 ^

Preacher
Knows the good book
Teaches those who listen
Gives lessons on how to live well
Gospel 

Stanski

The wind
Blows
We take 
No note at first
Until its crescendo 
Alarms us

And soon
The roar
Will have us reeling
And 
Engaged in wonder

Then
Almost without
Perception 
It passes and silence
Overwhelms our senses

We are left
Bewitched 
Numb
And in awe 

We know little
Are prepared for less
Green mountains 
Have no meaning

Roaring rivers 
Frighten us
May cause stress
Sacred truths 
Diminish us

Stanski
October 21, 2021 ^

We walked two miles without saying a word
It was silent, but a great conversation

Stanski
October 20, 2021 ^

This day
Sunny and bright
Cool breeze
Gives hint of autumn
I sit and
Think about 
Those close to me
Having trouble in their lives
In one form or another

Nothing in the air
Speaks of rain or gray weather
Nothing we remember today
Speaks of how
We must reach out 
To take the hand of Him
The One Who will lead us 
On the path where we belong

When that thought comes to us
We will find peace and contentment
Our fear of the very worst
Keeps away the simple solutions
To our complexity

Pumpkins ready for harvest
Sweet corn is saying goodbye
Tomatoes by the bushel ready for canning 
The hand of God is everywhere
We, sorting our things out 
Seem to forget Him at the most critical time
When will we learn?
Will He ever be whom we seek first?
The day proceeds
We grow slowly
Still loved by Him

Stanski
October 20, 2021 ^