Saturday, September 19, 2020

nigh at hand

 I am a Nephite- my government destroyed and now it is dark

I wait for the light.

I am weary.

My days have been tough.

Hope of the light sustains me.

I have watch prophecies fullfilled.

The time has to be close.


I am a very pregnant mother

My time is close too

I watch for signs and wonders

I feel the contractions

the beginning pains of a new life.

The world and its purposes fade from my view as the time draws nigh

my hips ache and my feet hurt

is all prepped for baby?

And I wait for the confluence of events


I know there will be quakes and noise and cries of pain

burning and pushing


All I want is a nap

or a hot bath

but I push through another day

with a focus set for a time that is nigh at hand

Sunday, September 13, 2020

 I am here to build Zion

hang on

Through challenges of disasters

hang on

Things are being cleansed

hang on

Allowed to build anew

look up

sky is grey

the sky is red

look up

The dawn is breaking blue

Time to build Zion

Anew