Standing at the front door
looking in, looking in
remembering
what it feels like to be inside.
Sunday Poetry
Poetry inspired by being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
The Call
Enoch received a call
and said, “I am but a lad,
I will fail,
I can’t do that.”
The Lord responded,
“Go forth and do.
Trust in me
and I will be with you.”
Faith
On Your Side
So you had a bad day
but it’s kind of hard to tell
your life is a string of bad days
nothing ever works out well.
And throwing in the towel
is something you will never do
you just keep going and trying
someday it will turn around for you.
There are those who make fun
and just don’t understand
they knock you down
instead of lending a helping hand.
As you pick yourself up from the fall
let me tell you if it helps at all –
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
Bad luck follows you,
it finds you day and night
and you just can’t seem
to do anything right.
No matter how hard
or how often you try
it’s not good enough
and so you’re left to cry.
You often wonder if
you’re here on your own
and no one, no no one,
wants to face this world alone.
I’m pulling for you to win
to rise above the din.
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
We may never meet
but believe that
even if you
can’t see that
I’m on your side.
I am on your side.
I am
on
your side.
© 2013 ck’s days
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Eden
Two commandments
seemingly at odds with one another.
How to keep one
without completely breaking the other? Continue reading
Pacing
Anxiety and worry
I tend to wear on my shoulder
Still I carry on
like a frightened soldier.
Sleep will not come
for the troubled and concerned heart.
The load is heavy
when adversity will not part.
A rut in the floor
will be impressed soon enough
as I search for answers
primarily filled with love.
Answers elude me
when I try to find them alone.
This is more than
I can ever do on my own.
My troubles make me
pace a thousand times or more
but no peace comes
until my knees hit the floor.
The answer comes,
“Your troubles I will keep.
Rest now child,
it is time for you to sleep.”
© 2013 ck’s days
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One by One
As I Walk the Streets of Bethlehem
Sleep would not come
so I stepped into the night air.
The night was brisk
as I tried to walk away my cares –
so many cares.
Stand Strong
When you look at your day
and you see only dark –
You want to find some hope
but you no longer trust your heart.
The Handmaid of the Lord
Mary, so faithful, received a call from above.
A chosen vessel, she’d bring forth the gospel of love.
A calling so great, how would she reply?
Could she deny her fate, how could she defy? Continue reading
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