Baby's Breath

On the wings of angels
Babies are carried from heaven
Handed to mothers with
Butterfly kisses
And hearts full of joy.
Their eyes, mirrors
Of God's love and remembrance;
Their skin, soft
As the Father's touch.
Clouds of white snow
Enfold them while they sleep,
Ushering in twilight;
Their cries calling home
With gentle feathers
Until they feel
Their mother's heartbeat
And know they are cherished
Once more,
Cradled in arms of longing.


Stained Glass Window

Each panel of glass,
Carved with delicate fingers
Is put into place,
One piece at a time,
To form a masterpiece of luminous beauty.
High on the stone cathedral wall
The glass embroideries
Capture the sunlight
And cast a prismic rainbow
On all who enter its cascading shadow.
No piece is less important
Than another.
All coming together in symbolic resonance;
The stained glass window
Beckons all to come inside,
To worship, to sing praises
To the elaborate ornamentation
And spiritual peacefulness
Of resplendent color.

 

Nephi

I stood with bare feet
Sinking into the wave-washed sand
And with riveted eyes,
Stared at this new world;
A gift of love from God,
Salvation and promise,
Brought tears of gratitude
From within my heart.
Behind me,
Jerusalem falls;
Months of wandering,
Sailing blind
To this unknown land,
Now lie in the past;
Memories of a life
That once was.
In my hands, I hold the plates
Of gold and brass,
Each sacred and worth
The sacrifice to obtain them,
To bring them with us
For generations to come.
My parents, aging
And strong in testimony,
Lead us, setting an example
Of courage and faith
As we establish ourselves
As the Lord has commanded.
Let us move onward
And build kingdoms;
Bask in the glories of
this neoteric expanse,
and rejoice for our blessings.

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