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

Saturday, August 15, 2020

I sew Masks

 At my sewing machine

whirl of the wheel

the needle goes up and down

almost as fast as my mood


I let it distract me

 news of the day

weather, politics

new records reached

new homeless

and hungry


global upset

almost local


skies are clear

after storms of yesterday

my garden reaches the jungle stage

food hiding under leaves after all the rain

 more will come tonight


I sit and sew masks



Sunday, August 09, 2020

Which Hat?

 I was listening to Joy B Jone's April 2020 conference talk while getting ready for church this morning. and her discussion on choosing which hat we are to wear at any one time gave me something to ponder on today. 

Like many people, I have enjoyed not wearing pants most of the summer and some weeks, like the last few of them, (ok, let's be truthful I gave up pants when the weather reached 90). But in general, as my pregnancy has progressed, I personally have done less and less on a daily basis. It goes against my natural rhythm to sit there. However, my hips allow me little else.

 So pondering upon the idea of which hat(s) I should be wearing now, I realized that that hat is growing this baby and staying upright enough to keep my family fed. It's ok that I am not working, writing that great novel, or volunteering around the town.

And then I was pondering that the way Heavenly Father has chosen to send all his spirit children to earth are through mothers, and not only does that mother give her body up for months, but after birth, the baby literally needs 1-1 attention for almost as many more months.

If that isn't that hat (or maybe the crown) of motherhood, then I do not know what is. It is one best worn alone (at least in the early months). 

Upon these thoughts, my restlessness has calmed and I can focus more on preparing emotionally and spiritually for another little spirit to grace our family with her presence.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Hebrew 10:31

I fall into His hands

but I am not afraid
He has succored me
nurtured me
led me carefully
let me explore this world

I fall into His hands
He has caught me
brought me to His bosom
holds me safe

My heart stays with him
my heat and mind
to do His will
during my time here

He will catch me should I fall
I fall into His hands

every day
I fall

Saturday, November 02, 2019

Last post- now in poem form

Holiness to the Lord

people made holy

arrayed on white
all sizes
all shapes
all colors
all ages

Holiness of Covenant Keepers

soft smiles
kind eyes
gentle voices

Holiness in Life

seeking peace
comfort
service
love
connection
recommitment

A break- calm in the storm

fortifying, strengthening
being renewed to walk through

rain, hail, flood, wind, and fire

bringing back others
gathering them to the safety of the fold

to become Israel
the covenant people of the Lord
to build Zion



Put on thy beautiful Garments

Yesterday, I took my GRE- a big standard graduate entrance school test. I ended up running late due to road destruction. It had all the typical failings of standardized tests including poor wording, unclear questions, and sentences constructed by monkeys. But for 4 hours it kept me busy. Afterward, my phone beeped reminding me that I forgot to turn in questions for my comp exam that is coming up next weekend. I emailed the teacher anyway and sent her the real questions, about midnight when I got home.

By then I had just enough time to have a sub and make it to the temple. The second I walked in I felt like I was home. I belonged there. Nothing else mattered. I am a beloved child of my heavenly parents and my worth is not changed by scores on multiple guess tests.

During the course of my time there I was able to watch beautiful people- covenant people, move and interact and smile. There is something about making and keeping those covenants that makes your beauty shine. That is how you stand up, dust the world off you and put on your beautiful garments, o daughters and sons of Zion.

I was safe there- not just about being judged, but from the confusion and mess of the state of the world. A place to stand as the world shakes and contracts and burns around it.