Another Trial,
Another Day
She jokes and flirts the
night before
She feels so happy and
sightly
She listens to a friend
about an infatuation
And covertly admires the
young man next to her
She awakens the next day and
the
Weeks of fatigue take hold
of
Her being...she can no
longer negate
The distress and bleary
moments
She requests a priesthood
blessing and
After he expresses his love,
her
Heavenly Father imparts that
she
Would now be an example of
courage
She gapes at the white walls
of
the Emergency Room while
waiting
Waiting for the needles to
run
Her and convey her malady
She thinks of courage and
what
It means...to have fear but
to
Persist anyway with
faithfulness for
She has been elected to be
courageous
The doctor with kind eyes
breaks the
Sequent...an obscure road
awaits for pass
She must forsake the girl in
that room
And walk away without
glancing back
How could the laughter and
flirting
Have been only yesterday
when now her
Body feels antiquated and
vapidity
Supercedes the spring of her
countenance
She carefully eyes her
personage and
Takes note of its evanescent
condition
The reality of the spirit
inside her awakens
Braced to front another
trial, another day
"Who is this
Woman?"
I make choices which create my
eternal dress
I have the choice of a clean,
satin dress
A dress that shines like a
light
But if I choose...that dress
may also be
A dress that's torn, worn, and
dark
As I choose my thoughts, my
words, my deeds
I sew my dress, my eternity
What vain thing should I let
block my way
Of completing my gown and
becoming a queen
Satan has his bag of tricks
Glamour, pride, doubt, and
fear
It can be so tempting at times
to do what is wrong
With the world swirling before
my eyes and creating noise...
But I then I close my eyes and
I see my dress
I envision myself as a
princess
And Satan's distractions begin
to tumble to the ground
And I know and feel what is
right
And for another day...my dress
is white
© Copyright 2004
Nicki Braden
