His name was diez/
syllables long, yet I learned/
how to pronounce it.
Tag Archives: Temple work
Calling Her Early: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
She was called before/
the world was to serve and help/
individuals.
Temple Work Goes Both Ways (or) Ministering Angels Minister To Earth Angels: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.
Find Temple Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.
Small Miracles Pieced Together: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse
If you research and think of/
how the Nordlanders kept records/
in Stave churches/
as they island hopped;/
How Asbjorn/
had the idea/
to put the Boks together/
the year before I landed;
How my friend’s dad/
knew right where/
Grandpa’s tiny nativity village was /
‘cuz he’d skied there;
How a young pastor/
debarked the ferry/
the same second I did/
after 2 years in the Holy Land;
How his elementary teacher/
bought the same house/
my great-grandmother’s sister owned/
and knew all my relatives;
How those aged Norsk cousins spoke/
such a strong, ancient Dialekt/
that I, Schwyzer-Duetsch schwetzen,/
could understand them/
(and they, Kojak and Rockford TV taught/
got American me, from the heart, baby!)
How much we got done, laughing,/
sharing information and old photos,/
in 2 short Norwegian November days,/
knowing it was a tongue gift;
How those Lind books landed/
in the hands of someone typing/
80 words per minute/
10 miles from a Temple;
How they held me up, /
typing until 2 a.m.,/
and woke me at 4:30 a.m., /
to do their work;
How, when the machine was broken/
and the records lost,/
the data was saved, protected,/
rediscovered and decoded;
If you think about/
and comprehend how all that,/
and more, happened,/
then you’ll know how and why/
those old fiskers/
never let me rest/
until they were,/
and are,
found,/
and bound,/
together.
I Love To See The Temple – Part 2: Revolutionary Improv Primary Song Redo
I love to see the Temple./
I’m going back some day./
I used to love to go there/
but then I lost my way./
But the Temple is a holy place/
that I will not defile./
I’ll go back there when I am clean,/
*though it may take a while!
OR
*it’s taken quite a while!
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If you want to hear me sing the song (in improv format) as it happened, go to this link on YouTube