But it isnt Kansas

 

There’s no place like home

In Indiana.

The cornfields spread out

Over the prairie.

Crows sit in peace waiting for

The golden ears.

One would think they thought

It was for them that

It was planted.

The icy winds blowing across the plains

Warm in the Spring sunshine

Most days.

God’s charity brings gratitude

From the friends of the earth,

Health to the natives and

Joy  to us all.

Thank you

He has a free Pass

 

When I think of love

I think of Susan.

I think of my family

And  grandchildren.

I think of Christ and the Atonement.

I think of my neighborhood,

And my puppy.

What an example of love each has been

In my life;

An education

 in my world and

in My path into Eternity

With the temple I can take them with me

Except for the puppy

Grace

The littlest angel

Touched by the grave;

Brought Gifts to her family

Unimaginable.

Wrapped in tear drops and sunshine;

Grief in the loss,

Joy in the healing,

Peace in the compassion,

Hope in the miracle.

Sleep peacefully child

Until I come.

The Littlest Angel

 

The littlest angel took a breath and looked

Around himself shyly.

Looking up at his guardian angel he asked,

“Who is God?”

The guardian angel looked down at him  with gentleness.

“God is Omnipotent.

God is forgiving.

God is loving.

You are part of God's family”

The littlest angel looked up with hope and joy.

“Is he my grandpa? I really miss my grandpa!”

“No, he said with empathy, “God is so much more. But He is with your grandpa. In your short time on earth you were tried and tested. Are you ready to go meet God?

From Behind The Pulpit

As I sat there that Sunday

Watching out

Over the congregation

I felt love,

I felt inspired,

I felt triumph.

So many of you

Felt the solemn momentum

The Sacrament can bring into your lives.

The radiance on your faces

The knowledge of your testimony

The love of your family proves

The truth of the Gospel.

Thankyou.

I admire you.

You are fantastic.

TO ALL MY FRIENDS

To All My Friends

I’m glad we’re friends.

We share laughter, hugs

And chocolate.

We make warm blankets

For children;

Fill shoeboxes with little somethings

For little angels

We love Family,

Walks in the fall, and talking.

Beautiful Sunsets and hot baths

Warm our hearts

Our friendship is music

To my soul

Are You Happy?

Are You Happy?

What does it mean to be happy?

Is it laughter?

Is it a fleeting smile across the lips

That had held pain?

Is it the knowledge that you can

Make life more tolerable

For one in need?

Is it the yellow sun shining on a cold

Wintry day?

What is it that makes you happy?

Is it having integrity intact

As you honestly and with humility

Reach out to His Son,

Our Savior?

To say, I’m sorry?

Yes!