Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Have You Been There?

I would feel like a fraud if I said I wrote this poem.

Just over a week ago I woke up with some of these words in my head.  It started with the repeated refrain, "Have you been there in that place?" and the general feeling of how we can lift others by the things we say.  The more I thought about it more words came, and as I wrote them down, more.

While I slowly woke up a few days later, I realized they were running through my mind again, only this time with music.  While I thought about it, more little snippets came.

This may not be the finished product, as I'm pretty sure there is one more bit that needs to get in there, but this is what I quickly polished this morning when I remembered that I had planned on sharing it in our homeschool group today because it fit so well with the topic.  To prepare for class today we had read the talk "Before I Build a Wall" by Loren C. Dunn (April 1991 general conference) and studied Al Fox, then took that study further in our own personal way.

Have You Been There?

We have a gift
We have a choice
Our simple words
One little voice
How we use that
Shows our heart.
Have you been there
In that place?

Those little words
Can bring a smile,
Can cause a tear
Or lift a trial.
Such simple words,
Moment in time,
Will heal a heart.
What is your choice? 
All need our love,
Crave heaven's light.
Have you been there
In that place?

Come, be my friend.
I like your smile!
Can we just talk
A little while?
I need your help.
Have all you need.
Here, hold my hand.
Such little seeds!
These words of love
Can overpower
The dark around us
Every hour.
Have you been there
In that place?

Words spoken true
Can bring a smile,
Can make one hurt,
Can lift a trial.
One simple phrase,
So little time.
What little "place"
Will you create?
Help them see
The Savior's face.
Have you been there
In that place?
Will you take them
To that place?


Sunday, May 10, 2009

My Life is But a Weaving

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow,
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ‘til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful weaver's hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern God has planned.

--Author Unknown

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Tomorrow

Do you ever look at tomorrow,

Knowing at the beginning you wake and the end you go to sleep,

And wonder what the story in the middle will be?