Attention

Staring at the speaker
His words go right through me
Like water through a ghost
No effect
My mind is far away from me
And though I keep calling
It strays.
Oh master shepherd!
Perhaps it will know thy voice.
Thy still small voice,
A feeling inside
to make myself my home again.
And not worries of the future.

Taco day.

Mom stood over the stove top,
Wreathed in spicy steam.
I rinsed tomatoes for Dad to chop
We were a perfect team.
The table would run out of surface
We'd pile on so many things
Avacado, tomatoes, sour cream, lettuce
All kinds of crazy toppings!
We'd laugh as we built our tacos
And spilt them on our plates,
How to eat them nobody knows
Yet they're a dish not one of us hates.


For Loren.

King Follett discourse.

God exists, I can't deny it,
His love I've often proved
He is the father of my soul,
And I his child well-loved.
Created in his image,
The heir to all he hath,
I follow firm, steadfastly
My older brother's path.
In my heart I've always known it
That he was once as I
As my dear father here on earth
Once saw with child's eye.
When I search the prophet's words
The spirit guideth me
To find the confirmation
Of what I knew to be.