Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Dreams

I wrote this when I was in High School?

When lights go out and can't be seen
the dreams of girls and boys
come creeping out and some dancing
with little dolls and toys.
They jump about and laugh and shout while filling each little mind.
With sorts of things like boats and swings
and other things that kind.
And when the sun comes creeping up majestic mountain sides
they dash away at the sight of day
into a cloud to hide.
So if you've seen these fleeting dreams
bouncing about your bed
just say hello and let them go
and play inside your head.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

One worthy man

His hands lay gently on her head
His heart is turned to God.
His words speak comfort to her soul
I watch in reverence, awed.

The power that is giv'n to man
and used with worthy care.
Can heal a troubled heart with ease
a gift that is so rare.

Conference Time

Lazy days in the fall sunshine are so peaceful.
Like the sway of tall prairie grass or the click of a grandfather clock.
Life seems less burdened and full of purpose as I listen to a prophet's voice.

There was a time when minutes dragged on into hours and days into weekends.
A stream of monotone talks and brightly colored ties.
But time moves forward and what used to be monotonous becomes precious.
And hours and days fly by like a bird ahead of winter storms.

I cherish these days of pure inspiration
and children gathered round their parents for hours on end.
I long for the talks to last longer and the music to sooth my troubled heart.
It's conference time and all is well in zion.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Mother's Day

One clean, white sheet of paper is full of possibilities
One freshly sharpened pencil is how to start
A crayon makes the final loving touches
and one tiny hand can melt my heart.

One unkind word

Today I had a serpent's tongue
hissed venom on my brother
and took no thought ahead of time
of how I'd hurt another.
And then the serpent slid away
and I became a mouse
and wished that I had held my tongue
or stayed inside my house.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

My boys

Boys are such interesting creatures
sometimes clean, often smudged
but always lovable.
On a swing in the backyard
or huddled under a blanket fort,
they are never boring.
My boys are my strength
and sometimes my weakness
Their eyes are full of mystery.
I will love them always!

A splash of color

A splash of color on a stark white canvas
can improve any surrounding.
I prefer poppies.
Red and green against a bluebird sky.
These are things that brighten my day.