Worrying

 

 

I am not a worrier

But I worry,

If it doesn’t make sense

It’s an absurdity.

 

This must be one

If you see what I mean,

A worry-less worrier

Is what I deem.

 

A clear contradiction

Is what I see,

It’s either an oxymoron

Or an absurdity.

 

 

It is watertight

But yet it is leaking,

Like someone who is dumb

But yet speaking.

 

Sleepless nights

But I do not worry,

It’s constantly on my mind

But not what I study.

 

Worry brings stress

But I am not stressed

And though I often worry

Stress is not my test.

 

Not making sense?

Well, I do agree,

But Christians say this

Like you and me.

 

 

We are so blessed

We can’t be stressed,

And we are too appointed

To be disappointed.

 

Sounds really good

But is this really true?

Certainly not for me;

How about you?

 

I worry much

But I talk to myself:

Both asking and answering

Is good for my health.

 

When I am afraid

I trust in God

And when I am worried

He’s my all in all.

 

We all worry

At one time or another,

Don’t play let’s pretend,

For that’s a bother.

 

 

But let’s be honest

And deal with worry,

Let us admit it, confess it,

Don’t lag, hurry!

 

Stewart Russell © August 31, 2024

 

Life's Vicissitudes

 

 

“Life is real drama”

Oh, yes indeed!

Oft I’ve heard this spoken

Especially when in need.

 

With its “ups and downs”

And its “ins and outs”

Sometimes so frustrating

We have to shout.

 

Looking for a constant

On which to plan,

Thwarted by constant change

Like an oscillating fan.

 

Seedtime and harvest

Life and death,

Periods of great upheaval

Times of rest.

 

 

Little time to settle

Changes, ever so fast,

An apparent open window

But will it last?

 

A near miss there

And an almost hit it here

Mingled with expectant joys

And ominous fears.

 

Was only last week

That we had a long chat,

Cannot believe she is gone

What a disturbing fact?

 

Yes, life is a drama

With many acts and scenes

Changing ever so rapidly

Like a fleeting dream.

 

The now quickly passes

But in a sense still remains,

The only constant realistically…

The constant of change.

 

 

Life is a roller coaster,

Unpredictably so

And the only future certainty

Is what we don’t know.

 

The vicissitudes of life;

The ever-changing times,

Sleepless nights of planning

To meet the daily grind.

 

“What’s become of him?”

“Oh, didn’t you hear?

He recently transitioned,

He is no longer here.

 

Stunned at another passing

A bright future ahead

Such no longer possible

As he is at present dead.

 

Death is a constant

But on such we can’t plan

Except to will our possessions

To our remaining clan.

 

 

 

“Taxes” is a constant

So too is its inevitable climb

Such that one actual dollar

Is now worth one dime.

 

Devaluation of currency

Each and everyday

Though still pegged to the US

But dwindling away.

 

Flies come out at night,

This is not the usual way

And sparrows build their nests

In strange places these days.

 

Cats mess and walk away

Forgetting to cover up

And on these very hot days

That scent just erupts.

 

 

Changes, changes, changes,

Yes, life’s vicissitudes,

And concomitant with change

Is the human mood.

 

Stewart Russell © July 20, 2023