The Top

I lay in the mud,
At the bottom
of a mountain cliff.
My bones are broken,
As is my spirit.

I must climb the mountain.
One foot on a rock,
I raise my broken leg,
enduring the pain.
I felt weak and unable.
With no one to lean on,
it was the only way out.
Raising one leg above the other,
sometimes I slid back.
Still, I kept going higher.
I gripped a rock with my hand,
then pulled myself up.
I was at the top!

The sun was shining!
I was shining!
I made it to the top!
I am the highest person
In the whole world!

Why Be Afraid

There are wars and rumors of wars,
natural disasters.
The government tries to hang on,
Many of us are afraid of Armageddon.
It's natural to fear the unknown.

In our current lives,
we feel illness, injury, battle wounds
heartaches and depression.
Lots of pain,
physical and mental
Some people feel confused.
Always enduring.

In the end
The unknown could not
be any worse. 
than things we
have already endured.

Besides,
The Savior will be there.
How glorious!

On Church Benches

In church,
as a child
between wooden benches
it's difficult to play.,
we're trying to be reverent anyway.

On the bench,
I watch Daddy.
His eyes are trying to close.
He tries to fight it,
but off to sleep he goes.

"It's OK, Daddy."
"Just please, don't snore."

Christmas

This is my silly effort to use rythm and rymn

I wrote this song myself.
Didn't buy it at the store.
A song about Christmas
and goodies galore.

Singing carols and jingles
in quartets and singles.
Seems we've forgotten
who Christmas is for.

It's cold, the wind blows.
The roof tops are covered
with ice and snow.
Santa's coming tonight
all the kids know.
His reindeer on roof tops.
Lined up in a row.

When Christmas is over,
Santa's emptied his sack.
He yells "Merry Christmas!"
On his way back.

Here's Looking at You

As the eyes on a painting watch me
wherever I am in the room,
so the eyes of the holy man,
in church,
The bishop watches me.
During sacrament
whatever ward I am in.
He has watched me
since I was a child.
I may be a sinner,
but not every week.
Why he watches me,
I do not know.
I have this to say,
"I am not guilty!"

He's Watching

Santa has  camera that is much llike a big eye.  He watches everything we do. He makes a note when we are selfish or hateful.  What's more important is that he watches the good things that people do, like making friends with someone who is lonely, cheering someone who is sad, giving to people who need things desperately or giving support to someone after a horrible tragedy.  Sometimes, just being concerned is a gift.  Be a friend.  Share the spirit of giving.

Merry Christmas.

Blaming

A child failed to speak and people wondered why.
She failed to cuddle, to react to those around her.
"Maybe she's deaf ." They wondered.
"What's wrong with our baby?" They cried.
"Sounds like autism." A doctor declared.
Bewildered parents prayed.

In a different place, a horrible tragedy happened.
Twenty children, murdered.
People all over the world felt the pain.
Angry people blamed mental illness.
autism, in particular.
They don't know autism.
I don't know autism,
but I know that we can't blame
these sweet people.