Reality

These are poems I wrote about reality. My Joys is basically a list of my favorite things that I created into an almost song-like poem. Here Sitting On My Bed is a poem about what I do to and what I picture in my mind to get negative thoughts out of my head. It Comes Around is a rather rough-around-the-edges poem I wrote at my Church Girl's Camp last year for a friend. I kept it mostly un-edited because I gave it to her in a note, and I want it to stay the same as the copy I gave her. Wishes and Clocks was one of those light-bulb pondering moments. :)

My Joys

The World says

Money clothing Popularity Immorality

The “in” music and crowd

These things will make you happy

But I have found it is not long lasting

These things do not give me joy

Roasting marshmallows around the fire

Singing a camping song

Playing the hymns on the piano

Reading scriptures with my brother

These are the things that are long lasting

These things give me joy

Reading in the glowing sunshine

Walking the Temple grounds

A nightly prayer with my Best Friend

Holding a baby soft

These are the things that are long lasting

These things give me joy

Father wakes me

Strokes my face

Tells me that he loves me

Mother embraces

Tells me it is ok

And I know everything will be

These are the things that are long lasting

These things give me joy

Here Sitting on my Bed

An empty stage is in my mind,

Bare for any actor,

The Devil sees his one chance,

For there is no opposing factor.

A ball of black thorns takes the stage,

Menacing and dark

It stars the show, and stabs

My mind to permanently mark.

But I must call upon the sun,

Warm, glorious, and bright,

It shines to center stage,

And gives my mind new light.

The ugly bramble bursts to flame,

And is left a pile of ash,

And the next image that I see

Leaves tears on my eyelash.

The Savior’s face shines through,

And I know I am loved.

My head caressed against his chest,

My Elder Brother up above.

And as I wake from my vision,

Stirred by a presence in my room,

Once again I am moved to tears,

When I see this love so soon.

My earthly loving father,

Brushes his hand to my forehead,

Whispers “good morning, I love you,”

And I know it’s true, here sitting in my bed.

It comes around

For Jesse King

What goes around comes around,

Charity, love, and faith,

Example and kindness to a stranger,

What goes around comes around.

Sharing your testimony strengthens it,

Giving it to others feels right,

They then can share their own with you,

Sharing your testimony strengthens it.

When you give love it comes back,

Share a little love and faith,

And you will find you receive the same,

When you give love it comes back.

What goes around comes around,

I have changed someone’s life!

And in return? They have changed mine.

What goes around comes around.

Wishes and Clocks

The clock strikes 11:11,

I think at once to make a wish.

I ponder for half a minute,

But I soon see that I have no wish.

The Spirit is in my soul,

Filling me all the way up,

What more can I ask for,

When already I’ve filled my cup?

I finally seem to realize,

The gospel is all I need,

With my Savior’s love and kindness,

I can show others by good deed.