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.

My Family

This poem is not about my immediate family.  It is about the entire human family of man which I claim as my own.  When you stop and think about the fact that we are literally brothers and sisters.  We lived with Heavenly Father as siblings before we came down to earth.  We knew each other.  We are the very ones who together shouted for joy when Father presented the plan for the earth and for our experience here.  Surely, given all that, we could do a better job of getting along as the family of man.

 Ever since I can remember, I have been fascinated by the people of the world.  I have always wanted to meet different people and get to know them.  I love the places, the foods, the dress, the languages, everything that makes us different.  I have wanted to learn about the cultures, the music, the customs.   I have just wanted to get to know "my family".

 And so, it grieves me that we just can't seem to get along.  Why are there wars?  Why can't we live in peace? Why can't we just love and respect each other?  It makes no sense to me.  I look at the individual pictures of human beings and I just feel love for them all.

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