Forgetting Oneself

Whirl in the whirlwind,

Forging the highlands with sheets of brightest blue.

Nothing betraying,

Except the mind of the essential, hopeful new.

Withstanding the essence

or the understated brilliance within me;

I surrender and hope

for the wind to take me past free. 

Yelling for the masses to no one's ears

And letting the world's hope drown my fears.

Lost it? Find it. Be it, make it.

Lost in the money
Lost in the hate
Lost in the distant news

Find the hope
Find the time
Find the strength

Be a little different
Be a little greater
Be a little happier

Make it your duty
Make it your calling
Make it your life

The Rock

I was thinking about how the savior is the rock.
What is a rock? How is it formed?
Heat and Pressure. Worn smooth by brutal conditions.
That is an amazing symbol of the savior.
The atonement was the heat and the pressure.
He has already been through the refiner's fire,
And for all for us.
We are little stones that blow in the wind.
Look to the rock.
He knows what we go through.
He has been through it,
Through it all.

The Snow

What is clean as the driven snow,
Which lights the evenings with
All the night's reflected moonlight?

The lamb of God

Roped in

I stumble and fall
Freely off the edge,
Realizing I threw myself off.

I gasp as the wind flies past
Empty hope, empty soul
Faster  falling.

Then I realize I'm holding
A rope with a hook
And all I have to do is
Hook it onto me.

A click, and
"On Belay"
A jerk of pain
But amazingly,
My life is saved.

Holding on a Ledge

He does not just let go.
He doesn't roll like that.
He throws himself as far away
As he can from the rod.

Smugly thinking he knows
Better than God does.
He knows what makes
Him feel good.

He thinks that is all he needs.
Until the edge, the chasm
Is below him.

He slips and is now
Holding on a ledge
Crying for help in the blackness.

Finally humble enough
To see a hand reaching out
From the remnants of the light.

"Take hold of my hand,
Let go of the ledge,
I'll pull you back up"

A realization of the
Eternal insignificance
Of himself,
And the tender mercy
of the Savior.

A hand grasped,
A life brought back.

Somewhere

A life flies in contact,
An angel's hand holds mine
Looking at all the choices:
The good and the bad

Rejoicing with the good
Knowing the Savior can
Fix all the bad if I believe.