Sustaining God’s Servants: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

It doesn’t matter/
if folks oppose God’s servants,/
as long as I don’t.
OR

It doesn’t matter/
if folks oppose God’s servants,/
‘cuz I never will.

Hands Of Praise Raised At Home: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

A great benefit /
of home worship is raising/
hands in praise, weeping.

One of my favorite/
things: Lay in beams of sunlight/
and hear God’s counsel.

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Why do I play in/
fields of weeds and tares, when I/
know where the truth grows?

Good people pray hard/
to help us through word and deed./
Let’s help them bless us.
— of President Eyring, weeping April 2 11:20 a.m.

In Wisconsin woods,/
you can listen to prophets /
in flannel and jeans.

It was to be a/
funny April Fool’s joke, but/
God was a day late.

I don’t know that I’d/
ever heard a lone goose call/
so frantic and sad.

Thinking of my death,/
I saw how much I know Him,/
how much I am known.