inside my heart

Wine

Water to wine

God changes

water to wine

Sinner to saint

gold from my dross

my broken heart

Forged anew

Fills my empty belly

Water and crusts of bread

Luke 4

On Luke 4

Is this not Joseph’s son?

Wonder and bewilderment

Is he not one of us?

How can one be so special?

Jesus answered with stories of special ones

The problem arises when we

do not believe he is special

That one can be different than others

But I believe

I have felt his difference

He has touched my heart

Made it burn

I believe not only in his specialness

But in mine

I can be like him

I can touch other’s hearts

I believe in everyone’s ability to be special

To become as he is

Because of Him

Witness of divine potentials

We, in embryo now

Become like our mother, our father

Is it then so special that God could walk among us?

Is Joseph’s son, the promised Messiah

Any harder than accepting

Our own divine spark

To treat other as Jesus taught

To believe that they are children of God too

Is that not why Jesus asked us to become like him by

Mourning with that that mourn

Comforting those that stand in need of comfort

Roles he proclaimed for himself

And also for us

Light

First and Third Nephi, Chapters 11

Darkness filled with wails

Everything changed

We can’t even see it

Voice of calm interrupts the cries

Light breaks through the darkness

Everything has changed

We can see now

Women at the Well

Did Jesus tell

The woman at the well

Living water was only for men?

Or did Jesus Suggest

With the space in his chest

Though the word could have meant womb

In his salvation we all have room?

John 4:40-54

On John 4: 40-54

Thy son liveth

Go home to him

The Messiah told me

Love echoed in empty gut wrenched chambers of my soul

Somehow he knows me

Somehow he fixed this

My joy

My great relief to be with my son

Again

Significance

It is more than of little significance that the one

Who redeemed us from death and sin

Can become our closest friend

Flight

But I can fly

My heart screamed to my head

I fly above buildings

People’s petty squabbles

I soar into the great blue

Push away the clouds

My arms, up, out, or down

Doesn’t matter

The currents of air

I create as I move forward

Push my hair

Against my shoulders

Freedom of will

All directions I desire

With no purse to weigh me down

My concerns left on the ground

I can fly