Monday, December 12, 2016

Ring 'Round the Moon

It is said of old
That if lovers sat
Beneath a moon with a ring,
Their hearts would be bound
In love forever,
And there’d be no end to their loving.

If you and I
Sat here tonight
Beneath this ring and moon,
Would our love grow
Like the echoing light,
And shine like this ring ‘round the moon?

We’d live in love always,
Our love would not end.
No, it wouldn’t end late or soon;
Loving forever
In a continual round,
Because of this ring ‘round the moon.


Hear My Heart's Song

If you could hear my heart’s song,
Would you understand?
And could you answer with your own heart’s voice
To let my wond’rings end?
I stand at the window and stare at the stars
With one thing on my mind:
I’m waiting and watching and searching;
Is it you that I will find?
I’m hoping you’ll hear this dream of mine.
I’m hoping you’ll make it true.
I’m hoping you haven’t forgotten me.
Please know how much I miss you!

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Groping Hands

I wander in darkness
Endless night
I’m dreaming of morning
A ray of light
But the mist creeps ever near
The daytime’s forgotten
I can’t see
So long ere a sunrise
Sets me free
Now I’m overcome with fear

I wonder where you are
I’m alone
It’s long since you left me
On my own
The dim path I cannot find
In bitter sleep I’m dreaming
I can’t wake
Reality--no longer
Can it take
This aching pain that is mine

Hopelessness won’t leave me
Sorrow stays
I’m lost, my soul destroyed
Fear did raze
Tearless weeping never ends
Struggling, reaching out
Groping hands
Reach back and pull me up
To better lands
On you happiness depends

Love and Mercy

Love and Mercy

He listened to me cry that night
I know He felt my pain
He always knows just how to help
That's why He sent the rain

He knows how long to let us hurt
Though painful it may be
We must keep waiting faithfully
For He will set us free

All things are within His reach
There's nothing He can't do
His love and mercy give us life
I know this is true

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Bittersweet

“Wait.”
Nathan paused, then sat down again when she patted the piano bench next to her wheelchair.  Abby took his hand, turning it over, tracing the outline, measuring her palm in his.  He observed her frail movements in silence.  When did she get this sick? It seemed to happen so fast.  It hurt to watch.
She sniffed.  Nathan turned to her, suddenly realizing that she was crying, and bent to look at her face.  “What is it?”
She lifted her head.  A tear rolled down her cheek and splashed onto his hand.  “Just--just thank you.  You’ve been with me since the doctor said I had three months. Now for the past five, you’ve given me the greatest gift I could ask for.  Even as I’ve gotten sicker and weaker” --her voice caught-- “you’ve never left me.  You have made my last months something beautiful.  Something one could never forget.  Maybe I’ll be able to thank you better on the other side, I don’t know, but for now--” she clutched his hand-- “promise me that after I’m gone and before we meet again, you won’t--you won’t ever forget--” Her coughing interrupted.
Nathan reached over to touch her arm.  “No,” he whispered, “I won’t promise.  Because I know that no matter what, you won’t ever leave my thoughts.  I could never forget you, even if I wanted to.  You changed my life; you stole my heart, and I won’t ever get it back.  I…”
Abby sobbed.  Wrapping his arms around her, he sniffed back his tears and finished.  “I love you. That’s all I can say.”
Silence overpowered words as they sat that way. Time stood still.  Two young people, united in sorrow.  The bond they formed then was never to be broken.
Slowly, Abby moved to look into his face.  Their shining eyes met and held for a bittersweet moment.  Then he tilted his head toward hers.
It was not a kiss of romance. It was one of love. A promise to remember and cherish.  They wanted it to never end.
Nathan finally stood, still holding her trembling hand.  She was too weak to rise with him, but she held on to him as if she would never let go.  Their hearts touched as they looked into each other’s eyes.  They bid a silent farewell, neither wishing to say the words that meant goodbye. Then he turned and was gone.
He never saw her eyes again. The next day, he sat in a chair by her hospital bed, holding her limp and lifeless hand. Her eyes never opened, but he remembered.  And though he hadn’t promised, he never forgot.  She lived in his heart and thoughts for a lifetime.  He spoke to her often, but he never said goodbye.
Years later, he lay weakly as an old man, uttering a few final words.  Not only did they say a last adieu to those around him, but they also greeted the one for whom he had waited for so long.  He slipped beyond this mortal world and into the arms of she who whispered, “thank you,” once again.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The Enlightenment

A cloud, a veil, a mist, or night;
No matter what, it removes my sight.
My mind is limited, my thoughts unsure.
The noise I hear is far from pure.
I feel my way, oblivious to beauty,
Blindly attempting to realize my duty.
How long must I remain in dark?
Why must I see only in part?
Isn't there some kind of better way?
Why can't the fleeting understanding stay?
How I long for the day when the way is clear,
When I can see all things, both far and near;
When thoughts are bright and easily found;
When I can hear each and every sound.
Oh, how glorious that day will be!
And finally I will be free.
But now in darkness will my life be spent
Until I receive an Enlightenment.

We All Go Through It

Happiness or pain,
Sunshine or rain,
Everyone around you goes through it.

Alone or with friends,
For a while or to the end,
Look around-- we all go through it.

On others you can depend,
For we all understand,
Go lift someone up; you've been through it.

I Understand

My heart aches for you.
I know what you're going through.
I've been through it, too.

Oh, I want to help.
Don't keep it inside yourself.
Let me make it well.

Yes, I understand,
And I'll help you to the end.
Come-- give me your hand.

You'll be fine, I'm sure;
We will push through and endure.
I'll help find a cure.

I'll come help you out.
I know you can do it now.
I will show you how.

Yes, I understand,
And I'll help you to the end.

Come-- give me your hand.

I Am Home

To be sung to the tune of "Let It Go" from Disney's "Frozen"

I was lost and alone, so alone
Nowhere help was to be found
My thoughts and doubts and worries
Were the single, only sound
Confused and scared and hopeless I was then but now
At my Father’s feet I humbly bow

I’ll let Him in, I’ll let Him see
That I’m the girl I was meant to be
I’m changed for good I won’t go back
I won’t go back

I am home, I am home
The gospel is my light
I am home, I am home
I’ll forever choose the right
I don’t care
What the world may say
Let the war rage on
The Lord will prevail, anyway

My life was so confusing
I had no peace at all
And the worries that possessed me
Now seen so much more small
My thoughts and words were not so kind
I sinned and trapped my soul and mind
But now the Lord has set me free
I’m free

I am home, I am home
I am one with the God on High
I am home, I am home
Let the evil pass me by
Here I stand
And here I stay
Let the war rage on

The war between the good and evil battles on
And I have joined that side that long ago in heaven won
Those who tempt me are the ones who had me last
I’m never going back
That choice is in the past

I am home, I am home
My sins are forgiven now
I am home, I am home
The Lord has shown me how
Here I stand
And here I stay
Let the war rage on
The Lord will prevail, anyway.

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Poetry

      Words tumble inside my head, each fighting for a chance to be used.  Inspiration flashes and a phrase comes together, eager to be written.  But still, I struggle.  In my heart I know what should be written, but my mind can't grasp the message.  I need to relax.  Connect.  Sitting back, I close my eyes and let the words come.  At first, confusion prevails.  But gradually, softly, my heart whispers a thought my mind can finally understand.  From it sprouts a rhyme, which blossoms into a complete message.  Suddenly the reservoir is broken.  Words and rhymes flow freely, washing over my consciousness and spilling onto the page.  My pencil makes the last mark and I read over it all once more.  Almost perfect.  A few minor edits, and it's finished.  My heart has spoken, and it is beautiful.

Magic

      It was a night full of magic.  The kind that whispers unknown words in your mind and draws icy fingers down your spine.  The stars stared coldly down at the earth wrapped in silver light.  Shadows bent with the passing mists, and all around was a murmuring of distant and otherworldly things.  Before the last light had faded, every back felt the chill.  Every child heard the whisper, and every man and woman locked their doors against the darkness.  None dared turn out the light, for all were wary of the night.
      Except for me.  My soul yearned for the magic.  It filled me with a thrill that I could not resist.  I was meant for the night.  It called to me in the dancing shadows and swaying moonlight; calling me.  Ever calling.
      And I was powerless to refuse.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Flood to Light

I cry mainly for the suffering this world inflicts upon all.  For the pain I do not feel, but will forever be felt in so many hearts.  For the wounds so deeply cut in the bodies and souls of friends and strangers alike.  I cry for the poor choices made by those around me.  I cry for the love that many will never know.  For the beauty that many will never see.  For the music they will never hear, and the laughter they will never feel.  I cry for the struggles of those I love most.  I cry for the struggles of those I do not know.  And I cry, in part, for myself.  For my frustrations and disappointments.  For my weaknesses and mistakes.

But with all my tears, not a drop can make a difference.  My sorrow joins the world’s in a river of misery that floods hearts and lives.  The tears flow swiftly toward the horizon through the night with nothing but a dreary end ahead.

Then, with the dawn, comes hope.  It is a glorious rising of the sun, splitting the darkness and turning all the restless pain into glittering gold.  The weeping becomes a song, and music welcomes an endless day in which pain and sorrow will never have part.

Friday, May 20, 2016

This is Our Duty

The United States of America.  The New World.  The Promised Land.  A land of liberty.  A land of opportunity.  A place where all are free.  Free to live, to love, to choose.  To work for ourselves.  To have a say in government.  To believe in whatever and whomever we desire.  To live peaceably with one another.  To deal honestly.
Now this nation has become a place where we can choose to put ourselves under the influence of any and all addictive substances.  To give in to any and all captivating desires.  To dig as deep a hole of debt as we want.  To make any rash or selfish decision that comes into our minds.  To make evil things right.  To make good things wrong.  To push others down in order to lift ourselves up.  To deceive for personal gain.
What changed?  Suddenly all freedom of choice has become freedom to put ourselves and others in bondage.  How?  Can it be that we have failed our country?  That we have forgotten what is most important?  That something that might seem so small, so simple, so easily overlooked is of the greatest significance in our country’s liberty?

Mary had a little Lamb
His fleece was white as snow
And everywhere that Mary went
The Lamb was sure to go
He followed her to school each day
‘Twasn’t against the rule
It made the children laugh and play
To have the Lamb at school
And then the rules all changed one day
Illegal it became
To bring the Lamb of God to school
Or even speak His Name
Every day got worse and worse
And days turned into years
Instead of hearing children laugh
We heard gunshots and tears
What must we do to stop the crime
That’s in our schools today?
Let’s let the Lamb come back to school
And teach our kids to pray!

Ether chapter 2 verse 12 reads, “...whatsoever nation shall possess [this land] shall be free from bondage, and from captivity, ...if they will but serve the God of the land, who is Jesus Christ…”
“It is imperative that our people be in tune with the supreme leader of freedom, the Lord our God. ...Apart from God we cannot succeed, but as a partner with God, we cannot fail.”  That was from Ezra Taft Benson.  
Heavenly Father built up this land for His purposes.  Those who were led here by Him are here for a reason.  Our country is so very important.  Our duty is to keep it on the right path, for any nation will go astray if God is not leading it.
But how do we do that?  How do we make the entire country follow God?  It is so easy for us as individuals to forget Him.  There is no way to make 318.9 million people be truly faithful to Him.
That is true.  But we can be an influence, make a difference, get the ball rolling.  It is our responsibility to make sure we follow God.  Ezra Taft Benson said that “[t]he home is the rock foundation, the cornerstone of civilization.  No nation will ever rise above its homes.”  Our duty to our country is to be the foundation of testimony that will support our nation and keep it focused on God.
The Founding Fathers were righteous, inspired men who created a perfect system of government for this chosen land.  When the Constitution in its correct state is faithfully applied, there is no flaw.  But men have changed it.  Stretched it, cut it.  The original Balance of Powers has been severely and fatally thrown off.  Something must be done about it.  But nothing can be done by ignorant people.  Our duty to our country is to educate ourselves in such matters.  Those in power know.  That is why they are the leaders.  But these conspiring men will lead us far astray if we do not come to know ourselves and right the wrongs that have been brought upon this blessed land.
We believe in the principles that will support a righteous nation, do we not?  But as Ezra Taft Benson said, “[a] man must not only stand for the right principles, but he must also fight for them.”
It is not enough to believe in certain things, or even pray for them.  We must do something.  “Faith without works is dead.”  We cannot say that we believe that God knows what is best and is able to bring about His purposes.  We must act as His hands and do what we know to be right.  We must trust in God, not to do everything Himself, but to lead us to do what He needs us to do.  It is our duty to our country.  Our duty obligates us to do all that is within our power to keep this nation on the right path.  We cannot be truly free if we are not following God.
The world today says that the laws and commandments restrict us.  Bind us down.  The world says that we are not “free” if we are following someone else’s rules.  But the truth is that this life is a maze.  God knows the way through, and if we choose to follow Him, we will make it.  If we choose to go our own way, to go in the direction we want to go, we will eventually find ourselves staring at a blank wall that marks a depressing dead end.
Our country is heading straight for that end.  Sometimes it seems that we are already there, looking at that forbidding wall, and nothing could possibly get worse, but as long as there is good in the world, it can get worse.  And as long as there is good in the world, and there always will be, there is something worth fighting for.  Our duty to our country is to join that fight.  There is something we all can do, no matter our political stance.  Those of us of age to vote can work to put in office those who will promote the right things.  Those of us who are younger can educate ourselves now so that we can be a positive influence in our country in the future.  We know what is right, and we of all ages can help others gain the same knowledge.
Our country is not hopeless as long as God is at the head.  He built up this country.  He will guide it if we will allow Him.  He will show us the way, for He is the way.

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Carl the Caterpillar

Carl the Caterpillar
Lives on the ground.
He has fun all day
While he wiggles around.
He has many friends
Who like him a lot,
But Carl’s on happy
With the stuff that he’s got.
There on the ground
Carl has all he needs.
But he thinks what he wants
Is the stuff that he sees.
He watches the others
Who live around him.
They slither, they crawl,
They climb, and they swim.
Those creatures are good,
Even great, in his eyes,
But he thinks that the best
Are those in the skies.
He envies the birds
As they speed through the sky,
But he’s green from the wish
To become a butterfly.
The butterflies fly;
They flutter and flit.
But all Carl can do
Is just watch while he sits.
‘Cause that’s all he can do:
Just sit there alone.
At the end of the day,
He just wiggles back home.
That’s all Carl thinks about.
Just why couldn’t he fly?
If he knew how to do it,
He might give it a try.
So Carl starts working.
He works night and day.
He asks questions. Does research.
He must find a way.
Just wishing helps no one.
Hard work must come, too.
If you persevere
And work hard, you’ll come through.
And so, Carls toils.
He works hard and long.
He says, “I can do it!”
With his confidence strong.
He now has the knowledge.
It’s time for the test.
He’s never done it before,
But he’ll try his best.
He follows advice
That’s been given to him.
He relies on that wisdom
Through thick and through thin.
It’s been 10 long days.
Preparations complete,
Carl emerges
On 6 brand-new feet.
Holding in eager breath,
Carl tries out his wings.
They’re perfect! Amazing!
Of all beautiful things!
Carl is happy.
He’s up flying free.
His hard work paid off;
He’s the best he can be.
There’s much to be learned
From this story I’ve told.
Some thought and hard work
Are worth much more than gold!
Don’t sit around moping.
Envy won’t pay.
Get up! Help yourself!
Then you’ll find a way.
Always remember--
Hard work is the key.
The work we put in
Is what makes you and me.