While I certainly would not count myself a poet, I feel the medium of poetry, as that of visual and other non-musical arts, uniquely expresses meaning. I wrote three brief poems to celebrate the Sabbath yesterday: on faith, hope, and charity. I also made a series of graphics to express a seminal Latter-day Saint scripture, that in "small and simple things, great things come to pass" (Alma 37:6-7). They can be experienced by scrolling through slowly or by zipping through them (backwards is also effective). Hopefully, my amateurish endeavors outside my craft bear some meaning!
Letting go of chains,
Knowing it will
be a ROCK upon
which one lands.
Frolicking in fig leaves,
sweat steaming the brow
In conceivable sorrow
Amber, orange, red treeflames
And up again. But not over. For only to seasons
Is hope blind.
suffers, endures, embarks, works, obeys, honors, remembers, recalls, stands, protects, preserves, sacrifices,
spends, ameliorates, envelops, forms, enlarges, fills, expands, satiates, satisfies, overwhelms, exhilarates,
revives, changes, values, reaches, cries, sanctifies, loves, purifies, teaches, uplifts, encourages, motivates, envisions, cares, cherishes, prioritizes, accomplishes, praises, reveres, breaks, bleeds, consecrates, empowers,
glorifies, exalts, and lives, Forever.
YOU are: .
Excerpts from Zoom 1820