WAITING

We wait

A few more days

Then start over

A new year

A chance to make amends

Or repeat the same mistakes

What makes us happy

Can we put our finger on it

Or just roam the land looking

What concerns us the most

Ourselves or the condition of others

We better zero in on the answer

Our chances are dwindling as we age

Little things give us joy

Then we think of the deprived in the world

The persecuted, raped, and ravaged

The hungry, thirsty, those without shelter

We become meaningless to ourselves

Except in what we can do for others

Real joy takes this route

How can we look away and ignore need

And watch as others take action

Are we just fans or are we followers

Jesus gave His suffering and life

He said to imitate Him in our sacrifice for others

Let us find the fringes and employ our help

This is what He asks of us

Stanski

December 28, 2023, ^

LOOKING BACK

Back in 1961 or 1962

The snow fall in Grand

Rapids was 192 inches .

This record has lasted all

These years. Now we are

Wondering whether we

Will be getting any snow

At all, at least on the shores

Of Lake Michigan in the U.P.

The ground is as bare as it

Is in the fall and the trees

Show no snow or frost.

We, us older folks, do not

Need snow to make us

Happy, regardless of the

Commercials telling us

Otherwise. Snow-machinists

And alpine skiers would differ

But then again, that is their problem.

Safe driving is important and

It is safer without snow and ice.

Christmas has come and gone,

Except for the twelve days of

Christmas, and New Years will

Soon be here. Snow has bogged

Down airports all over so we can

Be happy that we are safe.

Stanski

December 27, 2023, ^

THE DAY AFTER

No man is walking the shore.

No snow to buffer his steps.

Rain by the buckets.

Reminds us of our fallibility.

We are one of many.

From all over the world,

We have no claims than

Others can’t also make

The Child has been born.

This is significant in different ways

To each of us including the one

Sitting next to us in the church pew.

If Jesus is the Savior, then what

Are we? As He grows He will

Call on us to follow Him. We

Are already His Fan, but that is

Not enough. That would be too

Easy. We must be ready to roll

Up our sleaves and get our hands

Dirty, following His command to go

To the fringes and help those in need.

When this is finished, we will go to the

Next location. This will not be easy.

There will be conflict and fighting,

Sacrifice and slaughter, all in his name.

If we are loyal, He will call us home. He

Will be The Shepherd leading and

Caring for one flock.

Stanski

December 26, 2023, ^

CHRISTMAS DAY

The morning is here.

We have been waiting

For the birthday of Jesus

It seems a long time coming

We wonder how the

Orient Kings felt

Their trip was long and

They must have felt relief

The shepherds were nearby

And the angels nigh

The Holy Family also traveled

From afar, due to a decree

No room in the inn, they

Settled for a stall. As we

Celebrate we also have a

Heavy heart. The baby had to

Fulfill a prophesy made a long

Time ago. He would grow into

A man, a carpenter and then

A preacher and miracle worker

He knew His time was marked.

He gathered His followers to

Spread the good news. We think

Of this as we gather and sing songs.

Now is the time to be quiet as the

Child has to sleep. He has a big

Journey ahead.

Stanski

December 25, 2023, ^

WHAT IT SEEMS LIKE

With no snow to cover

The ground and trees it

Seems like another gray

Day of fall. The days are

Getting longer and the

Temperatures mild and

It does not feel as though

Christmas is a day away.

It is a dreary feeling and

When one has prepared

It is a disappointment. The

Influx of cards and greetings

Has diminished and I have

Been ignored by many of

My so-called friends. I can

Forgive them and do as they

Are probably sick or may have

Had a bad year which left them

Handicapped. The thing hits at

A time when you are already

Depressed because of the weather,

Etc. a lot of energy expended to

Celebrate the birth of Jesus and

Many are not happy at all. Maybe

We are selfish or possibly just old.

Conditions will get better, but it will

Be too late.

Stanski on December 24, 2023, ^

WATCHING THE LITTLE ONES

A mother’s delight.

Watching her child in

The preschool class

Celebrating Christmas

Following the music

Embellished by homemade

Tambourines which gave

A silver jingle and it must

Have broken their hearts

Because only yesterday

Their little darling was

Just an infant in swaddling

Cloths totally dependent

On her and now look at

The little one, leading the

Band, all dressed up in

Holiday clothes and happy

To be with all her mates.

It is a wonderful time of

The year, when Christ was

Born. The angels were there

Too, along with the shepherds

And later the wise men and

In the background you could

Hear a hardy, Ho, Ho, Ho. Tears

In her eyes as she held up her

I-phone capturing the event.

Stanski

December 23, 2023, ^

REACHING

I reach inside myself to

Awaken myself to reality.

This is not a game we’re

Playing. This existence

We call life. It is serious

And we have an outline

On how to live it. That is

If we wish to gain eternal

Reward. We must not

Neglect those in need,

Just as we don’t neglect

The weeds in the garden

Or the grass when it grows

Long. We pick the weeds and

Trim the grass and in real

Life we feed the hungry and

Give then water for their

Thirst, along with clothing

And shelter. When this is

Finished we move on to the

Next area of need. In the garden

We scrub clean the bird bath and

Fill it with water, as well as the

Birdfeeder. On the fringes we

Read the bible and teach prayers.

This is truly living as we were instructed.

Stanski

December 22, 2023, ^

BLOWING AWAY

Cold winds blowing off

Lake Michigan from the

Southeast bring the

Windchill to the unbearable

Point. It is get inside or

Die trying. The sky is gray,

The waves have whitecaps,

And the tree limbs are

Swaying. The forest floor

Is as natural as in summer.

The birds are active at the

Feeder. The only white is

At the horizon. It is not

Mixed with a light peach

Or pink but stays white as

It embraces the gray clouds

Above. All of this and

Winter is just beginning.

We have a few more months

Of this before we see the

Flowers. The garden is doing

What it does in winter which

Is a rejuvenation of some sort.

It does its own thing unless we

interfere with it. But, time is a

gift and we shouldn’t wish it away.

Stanski

December 21, 2023, ^

REVEREND COWBOY POET

Sitting tall in the saddle,

the cowboy smiled. 

He was tanned and

in one with his horse. 

Daylight was giving way,

a well-deserved rest

was at hand. 

The cattle were grazing,

The late afternoon chores

completed and soon

the campfire would became

the center of the evenings activities.

Everything essential, occurred naturally:

a good supper, hot coffee and tall tales. 

Stories told in poetic prose

with just a touch of wild-west flavor. 

One was as good as the next and

the chatting was refreshing,

a good way to end the day. 

Tomorrow would be here

soon enough, sleep was essential. 

The camp took on

a quiet atmosphere. 

Just the natural sounds of

the night and the animals

could be heard. 

One man, an exception,

scratched down on paper

the stories as he remembered them.

Finished, he, too, dozed off. 

This scenario continued

night after night

until the cattle were

brought to market. 

The men dispersed,

each going their own way

until the next drive.

The writer and collector of stories

went to St. Paul, Minnesota.

He arrived at the Binary Press,

now operating independently,

but begun by the literary department of

St. Adolph’s College. 

The story poems were

published with the title

“Tales along the Chisholm Trail”. 

It was an instant best seller. 

The cowboy wrote under

a pseudonym: Stanislaus Kuperski. 

He became a celebrity,

did the book tours,

readings and talk shows.

He was humble and later

was called to the ministry,

loved by his congregation,

filled the church every week.

Other poets traveled

to hear him preach. 

Among his favorites were 

Stansberry McKricken  

Jack Ridl, and Stanley Kunitz.

A certain Presbyterian minister  

Never took time to visit him.

The revered Reverend said

he was in acceptance of this,

though it did hurt him a little.

He continued writing sacred poems,

spiritual essays and songs

until he died in his 80’s.

Thousands mourned and

he would not be forgotten.

Steve Haarman

February 28, 2015 ^

I absolutely love this story…….. It made me cry. Very touching.

“An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know.

I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me

with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the

next three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”

as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was

introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell

you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop

playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing

older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.

Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those

with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died

peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s

never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS

OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by what we give.”

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