Photo Essay: Movers & Shakers, Recaptioned.

 @amybwang

Words released --

are Hindenburgs

waiting to happen.

@jswatz

Go to court --

when you have more money

than brains.

@coreykilgannon

Bike lanes --

summer incentive

winter waste.

@timcarman

Baker turned poet --

this is what happens when

yeast gets in the brain.

Be more aware of God's providence.

President Russel M. Nelson

"How much better it would be if we all could be more aware of God’s providence and love and express that gratitude to Him. Our degree of gratitude is a measure of our love for Him."

President Russell M. Nelson

I live upon a footstool that belongs to Jesus Christ.

He made it long ago and then for us was sacrificed.

His providence surrounds me and his love can never cease,

and when I am aware of that my heart if full of peace.

Help me show my love for thee, my Savior, Friend, and Guide,

by keeping thy commandments -- both the narrow and the wide!

Letter from my President.

Photo Essay: Rainy Saturday in Winter.

Idle bucket --

I, too, have nothing

to fill today with.

Plastic bag --

stopped by a fence

for a thousand years.

Still leaf --

are you trying to blow in,

or blow out?

It's a long road

when nobody cares

your're on it.

Wet asphalt --

must be worth

more than I think.

A graveyard

for leaves --

the way of all trees.

I see a face

in the wood --

ugly, isn't it?

How does

one piece of trash

take up so much room?

Discarded

or stored?

Hard to tell.

Brittle angel --

sticks and stones

are just hormones.

God loves us better than we love ourselves

Elder Gerrit W. Gong



"Recently I have felt the strong impression that God, our Heavenly Father, loves us more and knows us better than we love or know ourselves."


Gerrit W. Gong

The mountains loom before me

and the skies are huge above,

but nothing in the universe

compares with God's great love.

I cannot count the stars nor view

beyond horizons vast,

yet I can testify that God

has known me first and last.

Humbly I entreat Thee,

kindly Father, tutor sweet,

to share with me more knowldege

of myself Thou deemest meet!

Beyond

My prosaic life --

telephone poles

roof tops

fences

bare trees

and beyond . . .

Beyond is mystery

and God.

Plentiful and always in season

Elder Neil L. Anderson

"I promise you that the Savior’s arms are always outstretched to you too. His fruit—His joy—is plentiful and always in season."
Neil L. Andersen

In the void of winter,

or when drought is at its worst,

the joy of Lord and Master

still springs forth as at the first.

No mango or papaya,

nor the apple sweetly tart,

refreshes like the joyful fruit

the Lord puts in my heart.

So plentiful this fruit becomes

when I choose to obey,

that I can feast upon it

without ceasing every day!

Postcards to My President. Vol. 10

Verses from stories by Hiroko Tabuchi, Michael Powell, and John Wagner.

Hiroko Tabuchi

METHANE GAS LEAKS IMPERIL THE PLANET

@HirokoTabuchi

The oil fields in west Texas,

leaking methane all the time,

are committing sabotage

and greenhouse gassing crime.

But regulations are too loose,

and bureaucrats don't care

that escaping methane

is polluting all the air.

With lobbyists in Congress

(where there's plenty gas already)

chances of reversal 

are pretty doggone thready.

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BUILD A BETTER FOOTBALL HELMET

AND THERE'S STILL BRAIN DAMAGE.

@powellnyt

Football is Big Bizness, and the players make good bread.

Too bad all that money can't repair a broken head.

Concussions, inflammation -- that's a player's pension plan.

He'll spend his golden years just waiting for a new CAT scan.

 Spectators don't realize (or else don't want to know)

that football's more traumatic than old Larry, Curly, Moe.

I advise all players to protect their own soft goods

and still make money with a game of golf like Tiger Woods.

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TRUMP BULLIES 16 YEAR OLD GRETA THUNBERG

VIA TWITTER.

@WPJohnWagner

If Donald Trump must waste his time

with hazing adolescents

I think it's time we all agree

to his true obsolescence.

Never mind impeachment trials

or other programs pale;

give him tar and feathers

and then ride him on a rail . . .

A covenant woman

Henry B. Eyring

"Becoming a covenant woman in partnership with God is how great and good daughters of God have always mothered, led, and ministered."

Henry B. Eyring

No man can lead a nation, or a fam'ly, or his own life,

without trustworthy, faithful, help from his own loving wife.

A man, for all his boasting and adventuring abroad,

is kept in line by covenants his wife has made with God.

I wish I had stayed married, so my helpmate pure and true

could help me in these lonely years my foibles to subdue. 

Oh women of the covenant, remember that we men

need you like like good chili needs a seasoning of cayenne.