Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Mare
           By Stick
I saw a gang of wild ponies
Out on the prairie sward,
With a coal black stallion,
Who was leading on the horde.
He had one white stocking
And a star upon his head,
With mares and colts a'plenty
All hale and quite well fed.

He moved them like a general
To keep them safe and whole
Leading them to new pastures,
Safe havens to raise each foal.
They were made up of every color
From blonde and chestnut, to mousy gray,
And they gathered all close together,
To be safe at the end of day.

But there was one lone mare
Who stood off from all the rest.
She didn’t join the herd
Just stared towards the west.
She was a sway-back pinto,
Whose ribs stood out bare enough to count,
And it seemed like the next strong breeze
Would be more than she could surmount.

Yet I saw her every day
Throughout the Spring and Fall,
And each day I was surprised
To still see her standing tall.
It seemed to me she was waiting,
But for what, I could not tell.
A friend, a mate—I was not sure—
Or maybe heaven’s clarion bell.

I looked for her when winter broke,
And the snow and ice were gone.
I found the herd, new foals and all,
Running through the desert dawn.
The mob was all still standing,
But of the mare, there was no sight
Perhaps she found what she was looking for

Out in the desert night.
The Sharp Edge
         By Stick

I got a knife
When I was just a lad
It had three blades
Just like the one dad had
I've kept it in my pocket
For nigh on fifty years
And tho' it's drawn some blood
It's never caused shed tears.
My grandpa always taught me
To keep it sharp and clean
For a dull knife cuts no wood,
So the blades should all be keen.

I learned truth and honor
When I was just a lad
I was taught to always keep them,
Just like my father had.
I've kept them in my heart
For nigh on fifty years
And though it's caused no harm
It has caused a few shed tears.
My grandpa always taught me
Not to cheat and not to lie
For a liar has no honor,
So stay true until you die


Monday, February 23, 2015

The Plan
          By Stick
How oft has the sculptor
Started out to mold
Without first deciding
The shape the piece would hold.
Or the painter at the easel,
With pen or brush in hand
Who begins to sketch
Without a single plan.

Why would you think then
That this world which we call home
Came about through simple chance
As go the thoughts of some.
With all the symmetry and beauty
That exists for all to see
There must have been some greater plan
When this planet came to be.

No, God in all his wisdom,
The creator and master of all,
Was the architect and builder
Who designed all things great and small.
He molded every mountain
Sketched out each flower and tree
He even took the time
To sketch a plan for you and me.

If the world seems ready to doubt you
And the clouds are rolling in
Or if someone tells you you're nothing
And that you will never win.
You might be down and out,
And unsure of what to do,
But remember that there's a plan for you
That your creator created for you.


Friday, July 4, 2014

My one and only take on women and the priesthood

If you are a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and you believe this is God's church.  And, if you believe that this church is led by a prophet of God, who leads the church with inspiration and revelation.  Then, if that prophet says that women in the church will not receive, and do not even need the priesthood, that should be the end of it.  If you do not believe that he is a prophet, then why are you in the church to begin with, and why would you want the priesthood in a church that you don't even believe in?  The want to have the priesthood has to be driven by some other idea--political, social, or whatever.  Why would you want to change something that you say you believe to be true and inspired by God.  I will not respond to any comments on this issue, because for me and this issue, there is no issue, because I believe.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

An oldy but a moldy...

Just finished a long day of demolishing a basement.  We are trying to get rid of water damage from a leaky water heater.  Wet moldy carpet, wet moldy dry wall, and wet moldy insulation.  Seven hours of scraping, pounding, and cutting, with only a few blisters to show for it, and I think we are about done--at least I know I am.  We still have a truck load of garbage to get rid of, but it's better than it was.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Mickey and his relatives have moved in

With the onset of cold weather, we have had some mice move into our house.  This happens every year at this time, and we set a few traps and catch them, then they are gone until the next year.  This year, in the last week, we have caught 17 mice so far!  We'll keep setting the traps and hopefully get them all out soon.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

New Perspective

My wife and I went to SLC Friday to visit my number 2 daughter and her husband, and to go to the temple.  We all got up early and made it to an early session.  It turned out that this session was an ASL session for the deaf.  Everything still had the audio and visual components in place, but there were also video translators doing ASL.  It was fascinating to see, and truly gave a new perspective on the session.  One translator in particular used his entire body to portray and sign not only the meaning, but the FEELING of the words.  How often do we forget, or become blase, about this aspect of this sacred ceremony.  It made a great day even better.