Plastic glitter- the kind used in schools
doesn't vacuum out of carpets
and is dangerous to ocean animals
Luckily, we don't need it
I see glittery leaves
as they flip front to back in the breeze
I see glittery frogs
as the light bounces off
their green speckled backs
on the waves of the lake
when the echos of sky get disturbed
in each
raindrop
dewdrop
eyes of a child
when you look at me
I see it in my heart
shining speckles of gold
inner thoughts of a woman who belongs to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
Wednesday, May 01, 2019
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
John 8:2-11
Dear Woman,
I am not without sin
Cannot cast a stone
nor can I condemn another
for things I have done alone
I will not accuse thee
I'd rather sin no more
shed the weight, burden, pain
and into heaven soar
Monday, April 29, 2019
John 4:34
On John 4:34
I wonder how often someone told Jesus
You still need to eat
But do Gods eat?
Resurrected beings eat
Fish and honeycomb
Huck Finn thought watermelon
Was the perfect angels’ food
We can not live by bread alone
Our dual nature made known
Spirit and flesh, a soul to feed
Both bread and living water we need
Church Halls
Out of Class
walking down the halls at church
toddler attached to my finger
several little voices sing
"I am a child of God"
snatches of lessons
"Obeying God's laws bring us happiness"
"Oh Lord, My God, I am in awesome wonder"
Pictures of Christ hang on the wall
Talking to the women at the well
teaching in the temple
healing the blind
raising my spirits
walking in sacred halls
snatches of murmured prayers
I wish to sing too
"How Great Thou Art!"
Church with Kids
Church with Kids
Sometimes I can not reflect on
the bread and water
When the sacrament is passed
Hushing kids
Finding lost crayons
Keeping my brood quiet so
others can hear their thoughts
When the house is quiet
When the kids snooze softly in their beds
When I take out my scriptures
I remember Him
Born Again
Nicodemus
A change so drastic
It is called being born again
I take the water and the bread
Easier, more comfortable
To crawl back into your mother’s womb
She loves you as you are
I know who you can be
Into the water, I shall go
A promise made with God
To join the body of the saints
Care for each and every part
To remember
I am trying to be like him
In all my actions
And his spirit will be with me
With him I shall endure to the end
Sunday Morning
10:15 Sunday Morning
Through the water and the bread
I am forged anew
Living water
Bread of life
Gives my soul meaning
Purpose to my night
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