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.