I love being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I joined back in 1964 after a long struggle with faith. I had loved the Savior ever since I could remember, but the church of my youth deserted me as it moved into the intellect movement of the 60's. Without spiritual guidance, I fell away. The Lord distinguished between the words of my mouth and the longing of my heart. He knew that I wanted to believe and so he sent a young woman who told me the story of the Restored Gospel. She bore her testimony of Jesus Christ and promised me that I could know for myself and have my own testimony.

Now forty-six years later I can only thank her from the bottom of my heart for introducing me to the church. Indeed I do have my own testimony. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet, called to restore Christ's church to the earth. We have a prophet today who leads and guides us. I am so grateful for Latter-day scriptures that bear testimony of Jesus Christ. The Book of Mormon is the Word of God. It stands as another witness of the Savior and it's truths have touched my life in very personal ways.

I hope that my poetry reflects the growth of my testimony and my love for Jesus Christ.

Autumn

Autumn doesn't last.  One day the trees are all afire with color and you think "Tomorrow we'll take a ride and enjoy them."  But that night it rains and the next day the leaves lie on the ground.  They have fallen from the weight of the water on them.  Just like that, you missed it.  Perhaps autumn was given to us to remind us that many things in life don't last.  Children grow all too quickly and they are out of the home and on their own.  Parents grow old while we watch but never see.  Each phase of life must be enjoyed while it is there.  It really is a once in a lifetime opportunity.


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