When loved ones live on
in memories, we’re glad they’re
never far away.
When loved ones live on
in memories, we’re glad they’re
never far away.
As we research, travel, and see
Our far-flung family pedigree,
It’s not just through random chances
That we get to add more branches
To our growing family tree.
Each Fall I look back/
at last Spring’s seed stack and think/
of dreams unfulfilled.
Why do I write if/
my words, one day, will vanish?
Why do I eat, drink?
Prompted by The Book of Mormon, 2nd Nephi, Chapter 25, verse 26:
“26 And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we prophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.”
Rather than regret
not doing sooner, rejoice
that we are here, now!
After a long, hot,
dry spell in Georgia, it’s nice
to sit in the rain.
Go into Nature
and spend time shopping on your
phone, then what’s the point?
Not a Te Deum,
(the Heavens are telling), fan,
until I got it.
If all Nature speaks
of Christ, when I Nature write,
I write of Jesus.
While I must write, then
I should write so my kids, kin,
and all learn of Christ.