July 28–August 3 ❘ O That I Were an Angel
Poem and discussion centering on the key of ministering of angels, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 84:26.
O That I Were an Angel
Of all the gleaming keys on God’s ring,
I’d choose the one that frees angels
from behind the door where I daily knock,
not to do as Alma wished,
to blare like brass and shake
all earth as he was shaken,
but to glide silently by
and bear up the broken,
rebuild them from inside out
where now I cannot reach.
If there were some law I could obey
whose predicated blessing
would bind the Lord and His hosts
to my direction, legions would surround
and brace loved ones with scaffolds
of strength they seek yet lack.
Perhaps I sin in my wish,
for the Lord remains boundless.
I remain outside His door knocking.
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July 21–27 ❘ Prayer Always
Poem and discussion centering on the things that get in the way of prayer, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 81:3.
Prayer Always
I’ve sewn myself
a curtain of noise
from 15-second video
clips, audio books
droning under
the persistent bludgeon
of daily piano practice,
background radio chatter,
and endless threads
of conversation.
The cacophony swaddles,
lulls, blunts
all sensing.
God still hears my muffled
prayer beneath the layers.
He is needle quiet and quick,
piercing even thickest fabric
with His careful stitches.
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July 14–20 ❘ Storehouse
Poem and discussion centering on the establishment of the Lord’s storehouse for the poor of His people, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 78:3.
Storehouse
There are no shelves here. Instead,
we search each other’s faces
for what we need—
laughter, sympathy, bits of time
for sowing seeds, talents for sharing
cheerful stories or hearing quiet sobs
of loss, gumption for spackling cracks
before they spread, shoulders strong enough
to brace up load bearing walls.
We’ve never erected so much
as a backyard shed, but somehow
here we are building a kingdom
we can’t even comprehend, following
direction by direction of a plan
fed to us one step at a time
till one day all will be woven together
in this haven against the buffeting
and wind—even now, sometimes
I can’t tell where one of us begins
and the other ends.
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July 7–13 ❘ Redeemed
Poem and discussion centering on how we as fallen human beings have still been redeemed by our Savior, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 76:25–26.
Redeemed
I am failing
like Lucifer child of dawn
beloved by Father and Son
I am fallen
like Eve like Adam
in a garden of stasis
I am damned to a standstill
like Alma sobbing
O Jesus thou Son of God
have mercy on me
I am desperate
like Abish yelling to the people
grasping the queen’s fingers
I reach out reach up
like all the works of God’s hands
groping for redemption
I am not Perdition
over whom the Heavens weep
and weep and weep
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June 30–July 6 ❘ Alpha and Omega
Poem and discussion centering on some of the ways the title “Alpha and Omega” applies to the Lord, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 75:1–2.
Alpha and Omega
You are calm,
an encyclopedia from A to Z
explaining precept after precept,
calling and recalling me.
I am ornery,
cussed as a veteran rebel,
refugee of a district burned over
and over by shame.
I am always in the middle,
tugging at threads and trying
to pick little holes in the veil
to see through.
You are always wrapped around me,
shoring up against erosion,
reconfiguring pieces to fit,
from beginning to end.
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June 23–29 ❘ Father of Lights
Poem and discussion centering on one of God’s titles “Father of Lights” as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 67:9.
Father of Lights
I remember being in a sunny kitchen
wearing a dress trimmed in rickrack,
small and angry, unheard in my demands
for a graham cracker. I must have been two.
No matter how I probe, I can’t peer back
before that memory’s edge,
but I existed. I’ve seen pictures
of a baby shower flooded with pink,
my dark head tumbled in dreams
while women around me ate cake.
Before that, I pulsed inside my mother,
trained to her heartbeat
and soaking warmth like an eye
drawing sun through a closed lid.
I lived even before that
in a place adjacent to this world
that no one remembers
but yet still is. From there,
Father set us little lights free
into this world.
I yearn for forgotten radiance.
I toe my way forward, fingers grazing
the wall as I move and feel about
to flip on the switch.
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June 16–22 ❘ Small Things
Poem and discussion centering on the small and simple things of the world that bring great things to pass, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 64:33.
Small Things
When you were a child,
you drew close and held me still
with your small voice,
soft as a puppy nuzzling in
for caress and kiss.
You wanted to grow down,
you said, not up—
to be a baby again, always
swaddled and warm,
just this side of sleep.
Against your word, you grew
year by year, bit by bit,
sprouting gangly limbs
and facial fuzz, then whiskers
and just enough wisdom
to carry you away from me
on to bigger things.
But even from here I can see
it’s the little things in you
that catch light like the mother lode—
how you offer a word
and gift a smile to shift
someone’s heart,
someone’s whole world.
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June 9–15 ❘ It Mattereth Not
Poem and discussion centering on my belief that there are many ways to engage in the work of the gathering, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 62:4–5.
It Mattereth Not
I could drive the back roads home,
a slow and winding route designed
to explore nooks and crannies
of a curious countryside,
and stop for chats at every fruit stand
or world’s largest ball of twine.
I could stand in long lines
at the airport, trading stories
with other passengers bumped
from flight to later flight,
then delve deep into theology
with my seatmate in 27E.
I could stay in this room
and zoom to your screen
as sudden as angelic annunciation
bearing news or soothing balm
of words spoken in due season.
There are a lot of ways
to get from here to there.
If it doesn’t matter to you,
it doesn’t matter to me.
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June 2–8 ❘ Anxiously Engaged
Poem and discussion centering on the Lord’s command that we use our agency to do many good things in this life, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 58:27–28.
Anxiously Engaged
I’m not going to nag you
to practice the piano.
It’s your choice whether you stagger
over the keyboard or glide.
I shouldn’t have to command you
to hamper your dirty clothes
or order your personal chaos
to within stone’s throw of serenity.
You haven’t earned glory, laud,
or honor by loading the dishwasher,
the bare minimum shared burden
in this unit of Zion society,
but I will thank you for it anyway.
I’ll help you do your homework
and remind you to set your alarms.
I’ll laugh at your rough-draft stories
and applaud impromptu recitals.
I’ll attend every overlong, under-amped
performance you try your hand at.
I might nudge a bit when a neighbor needs
a half-load of topsoil shoveled
on the hottest day of the year,
but you will decide on your own
to make it a quorum service project.
You will be the one to notice a friend
who misses the school bus all week
and, without being told, stop by to visit
with donuts and a comic book.
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May 26–June 1 ❘ Q and A
Poem and discussion centering on the seeming ease with which Joseph Smith received revelation, inspired by Doctrine and Covenants 77:1–15.
Q and A
I sometimes wish I could be
like Joseph
and receive answers to my questions
poured straight from Heaven
into an overflowing cup,
then gorge on words of comfort
served up in large portions.
I am not a prophet
called to lay out God’s feast
and invite the starving world
to come and eat,
but little ones like me
can still be filled
with crumbs that rain
from the Master’s table.
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May 19–25 ❘ Brother Parley
Poem and discussion centering on Parley P. Pratt’s visit to the Shakers as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 49:1.
Brother Parley
Brash, fearless, heedless, like Peter of old,
shaker of coattails against Shakers,
runner from would-be jailers
and flummoxed bulldogs—
you say what I wish I had courage to say
if I weren’t always judging
the weight of bold testimony
against politeness and etiquette.
Perhaps you are the kind of preacher
who unleashes the good word
like a firehose on a house aflame.
Perhaps I am the kind who looses
feathered words and never knows
where they fly or how they land.
Neither of us has time to lollygag.
You roar me to repentance, and then
as guileless as a newborn lamb
invite me, if I’m so inclined,
to join you in a foot race.
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May 12–18 ❘ Gifts
Poem and discussion centering on what defines a gift of the Spirit as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 46:8–9.
Gifts
If all things are spiritual
to the Lord, then all gifts
are of the Spirit:
blood flowing through my veins
bears a flood of relief
when I break a fast;
heavy lilac heads wash me
in scent and wring out
memories of distant Aprils;
my scalp tingles at finger touch
when anointed as precursor
to warm, healing hands;
an early morning chickadee
outside my bedroom window
diligently pings my ear,
calling, calling, calling me
to recognize the Spirit’s blessing
in every sensation.
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May 5–11 ❘ Signs of the Times
Poem and discussion centering on the signs that will precede the Lord’s Second Coming as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 45:39–44.
Signs of the Times
Stars again are choosing to fall,
jumping from safe refuge of heaven
to wander in wilderness.
Sunny days grow cold,
hearts are veiled by vapor
and blind to light,
and even refugees to a holy city
feel their foundations rattle
by test of trembling quakes.
But we also see spring leaves
unfurl like little ensigns
to signal summer is nigh
and sweet fruit will soon
be ready for the gathering.
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April 28–May 4 ❘ Law of Consecration
Poem and discussion centering on the introduction of the Law of Consecration as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 42:32.
Law of Consecration
My last child before an emptied nest
is doing homework at the kitchen table.
He is without guile, easily frustrated,
unable to hide it. But he plows on:
reads history while listening to ragtime,
practices chords on piano and banjo,
bakes chocolate chip cookies after school
for a friend who needs a treat. We laugh
at old home movies he plotted and played out
with older brothers, then he goes down to bed alone.
I wonder at my loans coming due—the acres
of good ground I planted, the drops of soul
I wrung out to water them, all for others to reap.
This is my consecration to the poor
that cannot be taken back,
the child of my old age on the altar,
my Samuel sent to answer the Lord.
God calls me to wake and arise,
but I linger in warm dreams,
wanting just five minutes more.
James Goldberg’s blog post on tithing
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April 21–27 ❘ In Our Midst
Poem and discussion centering on the Lord’s presence with us even when we can’t see Him as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 38:7.
In Our Midst
His healing glistens in sweat
trickling down the neck
of one who weeds flowerbeds
for a neighbor who is ill.
His compassion leavens
the bread a friend delivers
after a woman’s third miscarriage
in as many years.
His voice rings out
from a young missionary
who struggles with a new language,
yet persists word by broken word.
Like light piercing darkness
that cannot comprehend it,
the Lord is in our midst,
but we cannot see Him
if we don’t consider
where to look.
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April 14–20 ❘ He Lives
Poem and discussion centering on the reality of Jesus Christ’s life as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 76:22–24.
He Lives
Jesus has felt his heart knock from within
after a long walk or a short sprint,
pulse thumping in bridge of nose
as ache spreads across forehead
from tense jaw and tired eyes.
He’s pressed fingertips
to sun-warmed surface of clay brick,
imprinting the rough,
uneven texture into memory,
a temporal anchor for the future.
He’s drunk down blue sky
on a hot, thirsty day
like well water from a pump
that gushes cold and cleansing
without constraint.
He’s thrown back a sudden laugh
while sitting at table with friends,
then spoken a few well-chosen words
to flood the room with unexpected
quiet. He’s lived
and felt and loved
all the things I also live for.
He still does.
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April 7–13 ❘ Filled
Poem and discussion centering on the Lord’s promise that if we open our mouths to share the gospel, they will be filled with the right words to say as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 33:8–10.
Filled
My son calls home
with questions.
I see the tears, hear the twist
in his tightened throat.
He is like Joseph in the grove,
tongue bound and seized by fear,
desperate for rescue
from gathering shadow.
He is like Nephi in the desert,
crafting a bow and one arrow
but still worried the Lord
won’t guide its flight.
I sit with him in his wilderness,
share the weight of his desolation.
I open my mouth and wait
for words of light.
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March 31–April 6 ❘ Temporal Law
Poem and discussion centering on the interconnectedness of spiritual and temporal things as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 29:34–35.
Temporal Law
My skin stings at icy spray
when traffic passes too closely
on cold winter mornings,
and I feel irritated.
My heart charges,
face flushes hot with blood
at a curled lip or barbed reply,
and I feel angry.
I feel fear or joy
at the smell of a child’s sweat,
whether during midnight fever
or daylight romp at the park.
Body and spirit fuse
like crayons melted together
under the sun, a whirl
of inextricable colors.
I fast to master restraint.
I eat to experience bitter.
I repent to understand
what is sweet.
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March 24–30 ❘ Whole Armor
Poem and discussion centering on God’s command to us to put on his whole armor as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 27:15–18.
Whole Armor
Suit up!
comes the call. Everywhere bodies
shift and clank, strapping hardware
to limbs and torsos. My hands reach
for what I know isn’t there:
no helmet, breastplate, or sword—
only one solid strap, a belt to gird myself.
Truth can hold the center,
but with no armor or shield,
a heart is an open target for doubt.
I gasp, suck in, and cinch tighter.
Sensing distress,
the Captain draws near
and pours out words of comfort:
Lean in close—I’ll cover you.
We’ll pick up all you lack
along the way.
Caught up, I am ready
to pursue with Him
any destination.
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March 17–23 ❘ Song of the Heart
Poem and discussion centering on God’s promise that when righteous people sing to Him, He will count it as a prayer as recorded in Doctrine and Covenants 25:12.
Song of the Heart
Sometimes it’s a concert performed
by poised and practiced choir,
professionals who form
each consonant with clarity
and vowels with buoyant support
to float toward God’s open ear.
Other times, it’s a five-year-old child
lying late in bed on Saturday morning.
Sun filters through curtains as she spins
impromptu tunes from stories in her head.
Father peeks around the door and smiles,
offering a penny for her thoughts.
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