In a funny place/
called Oshkosh, the true Christmas/
service spirit lives.
Posts Tagged ‘Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints’
Finding The Christmas Service Spirit: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
December 21, 2016Light Up The House Of The Lord: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku and Free Verse Poetry
October 8, 2016When the House of the Lord/
is in full operation,/
they turn on all the lights.
OR
When the Lord’s House is/
fully operational,/
all the lights are lit.
They Should Up Their Game: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku Lament
September 12, 2016
As the Lord’s servants/
boarded the train, none smiled or/
said hi. So I did.
#WhatIfImNot #DoILookThatPure #EldersUpYourGame #ItsNotThatEarly #MormonMissionary #IHopeItsNotEvilSpeaking
His Name Was Willem And He Is Known: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem
June 12, 2016His name is Willem,
not William or Wilhelm;
Dutch, not Deutsch.
Even in a region
of millions,
there was only one,
an outsider,
me,
not Dutch,
(not much!)
who came that day
to serve
Willem.
The edifice was kept open for him,
and for me.
Servants of the Lord waited on him,
and on me,
because even though
I don’t know him,
Willem Huisman,
18th Century
from Gelderland,
Dutch,
He knows him.
His name is Willem.
He with a capital H
knows his sheep.
He knows him.
Here is the back story behind this poem (I wrote a friend about it).
I went to the Chicago Temple (Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) the other day… drove 2.5 hours by myself (from central Wisconsin, not bad when you think of people who travel weeks to get to a temple!), did two sessions. The first session I took one of my own names through, and there were 4 men and 4 women in the session. VERY small session.
Then, when I finished the session, I saw that I had enough time to do another session, so asked if I could. The workers at the Temple said “Sure! Can you take this name through?” So I did. They held up the session for me (it was at noon on Tuesday), and as I got into the room, they said “Just a minute, we have to go find a Sister to join you.” I said “I’m not married”. They said “That’s fine. We’ll go get one of the Temple workers to join you.”
In other words, I WAS THE ONLY PATRON IN THE SESSION. And I felt REALLY STRONGLY the importance of “the One”. Willem Huisman, from Gelderland, Netherlands. SO I was the man in the session. An older married sister, a Temple worker, was also in the Session. Then, for the prayer, 6 temple workers came in to join us. I cried when they came in, thinking “Wow. This is REALLY important! This is really about “The One”.” When the prayer was done, the workers left.
SO I have now been in the SMALLEST temple session possible. Me as the only patron. Wow.
Late Night Privileges: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
January 26, 2016When you’re ushering/
late at night, you don’t have to/
wait in photo lines!
Temple Work Goes Both Ways (or) Ministering Angels Minister To Earth Angels: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
July 22, 2015They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.
Find Temple Time: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
July 8, 2015It’s not always fun, /
But it’s always rewarding./
That’s why it’s called “work”.
OR
That’s why it’s “service”.
Warm Clothes Surprise: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
June 14, 2015I don’t remember/
clothes being so warm, but at/
this point, I don’t care.
Or
I don’t recall my/
clothes being so warm. At this/
point, I do not care.
Cyrano Writer: Musings of a Revolutionary Romantic Poet 
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