Day 52: Faith

Note: for our Young Women activity tonight, we were supposed to write poems about faith. I couldn't be there, so I decided I would post my poem here instead.

Faith to move mountains?

I would like faith
to move laundry.

Faith that the life I've chosen
is more than loneliness and Candy Land.

Faith that my children
will learn to pray,
someday.

Faith that what is in front of me,
is better than what is behind me.

It may never be a parted sea,
an ark in a rainstorm,
or a stroll over water,
but I guess I have faith that
my faith
is kindling enough for my own small fire.

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Joseph Smith haiku

The trees are on fire.
But there is no heat. Only peace.
I did not expect such light.

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