The miracle of a sunset to bring me happiness
Isn’t dependant on
How nice people have been to me,
How lucky I’ve been that day,
The grades I get in class,
How late I have to stay up to do my work,
Who wins the next election,
What people shout about politics,
How many friends I have,
How many friends have hurt me,
The storms I’ve had to weather,
The storms yet in the future,
The lightning frightening me now,
The thunder in the distance,
The wars the world is waging,
The rumors of wars to come,
The anger, the racism, the hate,
The yelling, the abuse, the pain,
The millions depressed or addicted,
The billions poor and dying,
Or any other aspect of the sadness or the wonder in the world.
If I can find something in the world beautiful
Without things outside my control going well,
That is joy.
The Miracle of the Sacrament
If you saw the peace
in the little crust of bread,
as eyes were closed
and thoughts turned upwards;
If you saw the cleansing
in the little cup of water,
as if liquid light were poured into a silhouette,
and great drops of brightness overflow;
If you saw the power
Christ was willing to use in your behalf,
the legions of angels armed for battle
awaiting your prayer for their help;
If you saw the gifts
He holds, willing to give you,
the blessings He prepared to make you happy,
and the joy of living with Him up above;
If you saw the desire
The Spirit has to live in you,
to talk to you, to be your friend,
to make you into something wonderful;
If you saw all this with spiritual eyes –
the miracle of the sacrament –
would you live the rest of the week
the way you do now?
Originally published 11-03-19
I had stake conference this weekend, and one of the speakers, talking about ministering said a line I really liked. I expanded the idea and turned it into a poem.
The Great Minister
I’ve never raised the dead
back to life,
never been able to say “I know
exactly what you’re going through,”
or “I’ve suffered through that so you
don’t have to,”
never made a mountain move
or multiplied loaves and fish.
never made up for every loss,
every broken dream.
never “wiped away tears
from off all faces.”
never been a perfect example
to lead the way back home,
never died to save my friends
never changed the world.
But, like the Man who did those things,
I can take somebody’s hand
and lift them higher.
I can weep with those
who just need to cry right now.
I can help make tiny miracles happen,
with my simple prayers and faith.
I can follow gentle promptings
and bless those I am near.
I can wipe one tear
off of one face.
I can be a friend, be close
to those who suffer.
I can let my candle,
however dim, show the way.
I can give some hours of my life
to help someone in need
I can change a life.
Originally published 05-22-19
Written July 5, 2018
I wrote this on my mission, but never sent it home. It is loosely based on a similar
poem I read of the same title. A note I wrote to myself on the side of my notebook on
that day reads “What can’t Christ heal?”
The Carpenter of Nazareth
The carpenter of Nazareth,
he fixes broken things.
Broken tools and broken toys,
whatever people need.
He takes the broken object
and examines it up close.
He feels the break, studies the crack,
and to his tools he goes.
He gently holds the wood in place
and starts to fix the crack,
‘til piece by piece he’s fixed it up
and gives it gently back.
Many come from Nazareth
to the carpenter to ask
if he could fix their broken thing,
if he was up to such a task.
And always, a smile and a reply
that he would try his best.
No one left denied of his care,
each felt an honored guest.
His Son saw all His father’s works
and when He became old
He also fixed up broken things,
but He fixed broken souls.
And as nails pierced this Master’s palms
into a cross of wood,
He gently took each soul in hand
and did what just He could.
He mends our cracks, He heals our wounds,
He picks up fallen souls.
The Son of Nazareth’s carpenter
came to make us whole
Originally published 04-10-19
Miracle to Me
A carpenter who dressed in homespun wool
changed water into wine, and changed the world
some heard, but didn’t have the faith to go
and follow Him who prophets had foretold.
There are many who dismiss Him as a fraud,
who disbelieve that He was ever real.
They say no one can live once they have died,
but that’s not what I know, not what my heart feels
And with the power of His sacrifice,
I am made clean, I am made calm from sin.
He smooths my troubled heart, and I’m inspired
to change my life—through Him be born again.
And no one will ever see His miracles
until we realize we lack something—
The worth of water in an empty well
turns me to my living King.
He fed the thousands, made the water wine,
raised the dead and made the blind to see.
But when I close my eyes and know He’s there—
that’s the greatest miracle for me