Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Everything is good.

Everything is good.

Everything is light.

Everything is happiness.


Like going inside a temple that the pioneers spent 40 years building
and touching 120-year-old doorknobs
that they made with their consecrated hands.


Like sitting around with your FHE group
reminiscing about the 90s,
eating cookies and scratching each others' backs,
and feeling the Christmas feeling 
that you feel when Jesus is among you,
even though it's February.


Like making a kite from scratch,
and running around like a little kid
trying desperately to make it fly
while the streamer-tail is made to dance
by the wind a-blowin' all day long.


Like appreciating the snow
because you've got boots on
and it falls silently.
How silently, how silently
the wondrous gift is giv'n.


Like talking to someone
and feeling better afterward,
not worse.


Like party rockin' in the house tonight,
dancing the night away
in a group of people that you love so much,
you can't blink that strobe-light grin
from off your face.


Like looking at the cute baby in Greek class
that the dad in the front row brings with him,
thinking about the magnificence of man
instead of learning your grammar.



Like listening to Neal A. Maxwell
use words so artfully,
with such careful concern,
that you are moved to tears.




Everything is good.

Everything is light.

Everything is happiness.

2 comments:

  1. Great post! So uplifting and, as usual, poetic. I almost spit my drink out from laughing at how you put "with their consecrated hands" haha but it's true!

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