Jesus Christ, the Master Healer.

President Russell M. Nelson


"Fasting reminds me of the supreme sacrifice that our Savior, Jesus Christ, made for each of us. As we look forward to a recovery from this worldwide pandemic, I pray that we will find a stronger relationship with our Savior, Jesus Christ. He is our Master Healer. He will heal our broken hearts. He will bestow upon us personal peace and comfort."
President Russell M. Nelson

I look for peace that's personal,

for comfort from the Christ;

the greatest Healer of them all --

his life he sacrificed.

If I do not survive the blight

that hostage holds the earth,

I trust that in His tender hands

I'll find my better worth.

But if I'm spared to carry on,

I'll do my level best

to praise his name up to the skies

and testify I'm blessed.

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 8

A stone

never contradicts

another stone.

A stone can help

or hurt

but not reflect.

The mind

of a stone

is full of stone.

Out of a stone

comes nothing.

Selah.

A stone

is always

right here

right now.

Distract a stone

and you have

performed a 

miracle.

Move not swiftly

But verily I say unto you, that it is not needful for this whole company of mine elders to be moving swiftly upon the waters, whilst the inhabitants on either side are perishing in unbelief.
D&C 61:3

Move not swiftly on the stream,

ignoring on the side

those who thirst for gospel truth

and perish from their pride.

Instead of cruising blithely by

the banks of unbelief,

moor your craft a little while

and sound a bright motif.

Speeding down life's river

creates waves, and little more.

Stop to smile and chat a bit

with those upon the shore.

And should they spurn your overtures,

don't take it very hard --

since, after all, you'll sail your boat

beyond their great junkyard. 

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 7

Is a stone

acted on

or acted with?

When a snowflake

falls on a stone,

which one smiles?

A stone

never stops thinking --

because it never starts.

You can't

warm a stone

with another stone.

I am rich

in stones.

So what?

A stone is not the same.

It is

different.

Slower would I be to wrath

He that is slow to wrath is of great understanding: but he that is hasty of spirit exalteth folly.

Proverbs 14:29

Slower would I be to wrath,

walking more the peaceful path.

Lord, whene'er I meet a fool

help me, please, to keep my cool.

Or, better yet, keep fools from me --

send them to Washington D.C.

In the house of his friends

And one shall say unto him, What are these wounds in thine hands? Then he shall answer, Those with which I was wounded in the house of my friends.
Zechariah 13:6

In the house of his friends, where he thought to be safe,

the Christ was betrayed and abandoned like waif.

Defenseless and meek, he was mocked by the crowd,

those who had sought him now jeered him aloud.

Forgive them, he said, as they skewered him tight

onto a cross for a day and a night.

And how is it I, when forsaken and teased,

manage to think that my God is displeased --

say to myself, in sick pride and belief,

that I am not worthy of my Father's relief.

What though all the streets I must pass through are grime;

I am loved, you are loved, we are loved, all the time!

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 6

A stone inside my thoughts

is the same

as a stone outside my thoughts.

A stone

takes up

no more

physical space

than itself.

The anger 

of a stone

would be terrible.

The death 

of a stone

would be ludicrous.

Under

every stone

is another stone.

A busy stone

is as likely as a

smoldering glacier.

Photo Essay: Zen Stones. Vol. 5

A stone leaves

nothing behind

but itself.

Teach a stone

to be a stone.

Nothing else.

A stone

never kills time.

It ignores it.

Anger.

Putting clothes

on a stone.

The difference between

a fool and a stone

is untrue.

Today a stone.

Tomorrow

a landslide.

Hosanna!

Connected by technology,

we shout "Hosanna" joyfully!

In village hut and condo high

we cry it up into the sky.

At least a million voices sing

"Hosanna" to our God and King.

A prophet leads this godly chant

that clears the air of doubt and cant;

A wave of white, our throats contract,

as angels our bright tongues attract. 

We shout it in the face of death;

we say it till we're out of breath.

Increase your faith, and give a yell --

until we shake the gates of Hell!