My First Vision From Afar
2-20-18
Torn as our own hands
Pretty paper and goodies inside
Love is not for pride
Lies as an illustration
How to much is given much is required
Greeting Sharon and Ted
I turn down the cookie
Such is not how I am fed
where the servants are just rising
Turn ye northward for ye have compassed this mountain long enough
And stay awhile and hang tough
In that you're not alone as to take the big path
Taking the circus all the way to Ontario
Come power and light from general conference
Time for the real stuff
I testify....
Taught From On High
2-20-18
Greeting elder Anderson
In a dream of going there
Square and fair
We trust in His promise
As to disperse the powers of darkness
As the heavens sake for our good
And even better the earth did quake
In the neighborhood by designation
And to no more be hated
All for the Quorum of the twelve
I can take those sixty steps
If that is what I wanted
Healing victims of angst
Thrust from on high
His mind and will be ours....
No More Drafts
2-20-18
In twelve of fifteen drafts up and down the promenade
I was out of control
Needing to put it all behind me now
Never too late for a clean shave and another toothbrush
In the Holiday Inn on Seventeenth Street
As if it was customized just for you
Keep on knocking and you will get an answer
Imperative to delve into Scripture all day today
Not just come what may
Like a seaside zoo so is it with you
With no particular topic assigned but to ramble
And on life gamble
As to flow of pure revelation....
On Job 5:19-22
2-20-18
Pistol only three quarters cocked
With no particular topic assigned
To stay with today the journey goes on
And don't stop believing
Worst case scenario
I pay up when it cometh and not only if
"Spring will be here before you know it", were the words of an optimistic
Distant brother from across the room
As He delivers us in six troubles
Yea, in seven no evil touch you
As redeemed from the war and the power of the sword
Hid from the scourge furthermore tea for two....
Shalt And Will
2-20-18
Shalt and will synonymous
For the shock and thick heavy mass
And a thousand hues alone in the grass
For the number of sheaves of grain stacked upright
In a field of drying
We are all but living and dying
On the left and right
A bird has the right of both wings
As to devour this shock and husk
The corn that needs not butter nor salt
In league with the stones of the field
Being as others of faith
Time to lower the shield
And thou shalt visit their habitation....
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