Poetry

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!

Faith is
           forward footsteps,

Letting go of chains,
           fetters,
      frivolity,
    fears,
anticipating the

                       Dreaded
                        Repercussions
                         Or
                          Pains

                        Knowing it will
                        be a ROCK upon
                        which one lands.

Hope

Is blind.

Frolicking in fig leaves,

sweat steaming the brow

In conceivable sorrow

Amber, orange, red treeflames

And dust.

And up again. But not over. For only to seasons

Is hope blind.

Charity:

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.

Without it,

YOU are:        .

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Excerpts from Zoom 1820