Ponderings of an Immortal Soul

I just saw a new video from USGA at BYU and I loved it. It inspired me to post this to support understanding and kindness towards everyone.

If we all truly understood what it meant to be a son or daughter of God, I feel that the world would be a very different place. We would no longer feel the need to compete or compare, for we would know and be secure in our own worth. We would seek to lift others and help them to know what we know. We would be filled with love and light.

At least, that is my theory. If we are more secure in ourselves, we are more free to be forgiving and understanding of others. That is part of why I write. My goal is to change the world, one word at a time.


Ponderings of an Immortal Soul
If I could just remember,
Those gleaming halls of gold,
What would I say?
What stories are untold?

If I could just remember,
That council long ago,
Would my choices be different?
Could my faith still grow?

If I could just remember,
Your voice declare, "I will."
Would I walk more straight before thee?
Would I be more grateful still?

If I could just remember,
My days with you, my brother,
Could I ever say an angry word?
Would we all love one another?

If I could just remember,
Your sacrifice so great
Watching you die on the cross
Could I ever go astray?

But I cannot remember,
It's sad to say, but true.
So, I can walk by faith
And someday love like you.

Wisdom of a Maid

Wrote this one in high school as well. It was a school assignment from my wonderful AP Literature teacher. We had to write a response to "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love." I decided to go a different route than my normal romantic self. So this is me rejecting a hypothetical proposal of marriage.

My AP Lit class is what got me writing poetry again. It became my outlet and relief. Letting myself express feelings onto paper helped me work through things and make sense of the whirlwind inside.

If there is anyone who feels trapped or confined within themselves, I would highly encourage you to try your hand at writing. Even if it is free verse with no rhyme or reason, just letting a constant flow of emotion out of you can be very therapeutic.

Wisdom of a Maid

Your voice is sweet as honeydew
And everything seems well to do.
A thousand times you've asked of me
If your beloved I would be.

And now this time, I'll take my stand
Wanting none of your demand.
I've laughed and smiled and been polite
And often took such comments light.

I've tried to use diplomacy;
These hints of mine, you fail to see.
I never loved. Do not requite.
This err of yours I now must right.

Your friendship I had aim to keep,
Till we ne'er more wake from sleep.
But since you will not let me be,
I shall gain my liberty.

Your heart as cold as ice sometimes,
Sweet melon fades to sour limes.
This temperament would clash with me
If your beloved I would be.

You're quick to judge what you don't know,
Producing your own passionate show!
You often lack integrity,
So your beloved I won't be.

Happy Easter: The Greatest Gift

If you know me, then you know that I LOVE bright and happy colors. That is probably part of the reason that I love Easter. There is so much life and color in that holiday. Another reason that Easter is my favorite holiday would be what it represents in my faith. I have always seen it as a day to honor my Savior, Jesus Christ, and appreciate the amazing things that He has done for me.

So, here is a poem that reflects on the greatest gift God ever gave human kind, His Only Begotten Son. Because of Him, we can be whoever we want to be. Because of Him, nothing is impossible. Hope you enjoy it.

HAPPY EASTER!!!!

He is the Gift

What is the Atonement?
What is it to me?
What did he do,
That man from Galilee?

It's a healing, a hope
That burns bright within;
A key to unlock
The shackles of sin.

He paid off my debt
And made my soul free
Anointed my eyes
With clay, now I see.

I lived in a dungeon
So dark and so dank
For my freedom, my Lord
I scarcely can thank.

Though my master, he served me
And took me unto
His chamber and groomed me
Until I looked new.

But, a jester cast out
From the king's court on high
Saw me and came
To swap truth for a lie.

"You're really not special.
The clothes that you wear
Are a mask just to fool
Those you think really care."

I cringe as he pokes
The newly formed scar.
Perhaps he is right,
I haven't come that far.

So, I crawl back into
My hole and forget
All the strength I had gained
"I'm not ready yet."

Then a messenger sent,
In my hour of need,
Reminds me the cost
So I could be freed.

I learn of my Savior
From this messenger true.
He helps me remember
The things I once knew.

So I put down the chains;
I'm no longer bound.
The key to the gate
Was long ago found.

The jester is gone.
The fog now has cleared.
I'm ready to face
What I once had feared.

Someday my Lord will
Come see me again
And welcome me back
Instead of condemn.

A voice in my mind
Says, "You're doing your part
To come before Him
With a purified heart."

I await now the call
To approach the king's throne
Where I'll lay down my life
For it was never my own.