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.
I don’t want to work.
I don’t want to play, either.
A vegging option?
When it’s twice taken
off the table, and you’re the
constant, you’re the cause.
Our first egg, still warm,/
found nestled in fresh-cut grass.
We’ll hope for more, soon.
