Late Night Poetry

This past weekend has been so uplifting.  There were so many wonderful talks at stake conference that left me feelings content with where I am in my life.  Last night, however, I found myself slipping into disappointment with a few situations and I began to be frustrated with some of my circumstances.  Luckily, before too much damage was done, I caught myself.  I was being so ridiculous! I had just had an amazing weekend and within in a couple of hours, I had forgotten everything I had learned.  I remembered Sister Bednar's talk and when she said "Enjoy where you are in your life".  I thought about what in my life made me happy.  As I thought, I began to write.  Writing always seems to lift my spirits and gets me out of my head.  I ended up writing a poem about a child speaking to Heavenly Father.  I felt the Spirit really strong, testifying to me that everything will be alright and that i should be happy with where I am.  Here is the poem I wrote; I hope you enjoy it!

The Father and His Child

“Father,” said the child with longing eyes of blue

“What will my life be like the day that I leave you?”

The Father took His child up and set him on His knee

“Oh but don’t you know my child that that shall never be?”

“But Father,” said the child “is that not what you said?”

“I’ll go to Earth, for a time, and return when I am dead?”

The Father took the child’s hand and put it to His face

“For a time, my darling child, you will leave this place.”

A single tear began to fall as the child cried,

“But Father, I ask you please, don’t make me leave your side!”

The Father wiped away the tear and said in all his glory,

“My blessed child, don’t you fret and listen to my story.”

“I love you more than you could see, more than you could know,”

“I have given you a gift, you see, if you will let me show.”

“This gift will let you laugh and play, let you jump and run,”

“And you will be just like me when all is said and done.”

“You shall have hands to feel and eyes to look and see,”
“Ears to hear and lips to speak and a mind to help you be.”

“Be what?” asked the small child, as he hugged Him tighter still,

“To be what you can and will become, to be and do my will.”

“But how can I do your will, if you will not be there?”

“How will I act or live or think, if I’m not in your care?”

“Oh sweet child,” the Father soothed “You surely sound confused,”

“I will be there to hold you tight when you’re hurt, broken and bruised.”

“You may not see my face or sit upon my knee,”

“But still, you will hear my voice, and you will know it’s me.”

“And what about my brother? Will he be with me too?”

“Of course He will, my little child, for He will die for you.”

“He will also come to Earth, like you, and teach about my plan,”

“And he will die, upon a cross, for all the sins of man.”

“And with his blood and his tears, this promise we ensure,”

“That you will always belong to me, and I’m forever yours.”

The child looked up and wrapped his arms around the Father’s neck

“I promise Daddy, I will try to make it safely back.”

The Father kissed the child’s head and while they were alone,

He held the child close and said “I will bring you home.”