Saturday, December 14, 2019

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


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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!

Friday, December 13, 2019

Beyond




My prosaic life --
telephone poles
roof tops
fences
bare trees
and beyond . . .
Beyond is mystery
and God.

Plentiful and always in season

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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
















Thursday, December 12, 2019

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

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.

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Begin a new life in Christ

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Dale G. Renlund

Dale G. Renlund


I'm always very lavish
when I give away my sins;
I've got so many of 'em
that I keep 'em in large bins.
I hope the Lord is patient
as I toss 'em far away,
cuz sometimes they creep back
and beg for room in which to stay.
And so I kick them out again,
and drown 'em good and deep,
and pray that virtue constantly
into my life can seep!


Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Verses from stories by Christine Hauser, JoAnna Klein, and Chris Mooney

Portrait of Christine Hauser
Christine Hauser



SOMEONE IS PUTTING COWBOY HATS
ON PIGEONS IN LAS VEGAS.
@christineNYT

We don't know who, we don't know why,
perhaps they drop out of the the sky;
but pigeons wearing cowboy hats
are strutting 'round like big fat cats.
The heavy rollers stop and stare;
the mob enforcers turn to prayer.
The cops don't see a broken law;
perhaps it's artwork gone Dada.
If I saw pigeons with a Stetson
I'd fly away like old George Jetson!

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SCIENTISTS DISCOVER SPONGES SIP
SUGAR FROM THE OCEAN
@nonojojo

A sponge don't have to wear a shirt
or a necktie while inert.
Perched on coral reefs, this blob
has an awful easy job;
sipping sugar from debris
that the ocean gives it free.
Freeloading from dawn to dusk,
it has neither feet nor tusk.
No eyeballs and not an ear
to discover danger near.
But then, who'd want to eat a sponge?
A goat would not dare take that plunge!
Nothing causes it distraction
from its diligent inaction.
When one dies, I guess it goes
off to Congress -- there to doze.

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GREENLAND IS MELTING
@chriscmooney

Like a summer ice cream cone
Greenland's melting to the bone.
All its ice is headed for
someplace on the ocean floor.
Soon the place will be as bare
as a baby's derriere.
Tides grow higher, flooding breeds
houses high on stilts and reeds.
Forget those snowballs down in hell;
the ones in Greenland aren't too well!





The Priesthood

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President Russell M. Nelson


President Russell M. Nelson


When God restored the priesthood
upon men on earth today,
He meant that it should bless us all,
in ev'ry sort of way.
A power that parts oceans
in the hands of righteous men,
flows into a woman when
she guides her own children.
The money shot of miracles
that gets publicity
is less important to the Lord
than sweet fidelity
that comes especial strong
from all the women of the world --
without their love and charity
priesthood power will stay furled.