Posts Tagged ‘Temple’

Only If There’s A Temple Trip Involved: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 21, 2017

Would it be a big/
mistake to invite her for/
a Philly cheesesteak?
Philly cheesesteak landmarks Pat's and Jim's

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Orderly Praying: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 21, 2017

It’s wonderful to/
hear your faithful home teacher/
truly pray to God.

Beacon Through The Clouds Of Life: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 21, 2017

Cloudy Timpanogos Temple, Feb. 2017Though the days may be/Provo City Center Temple
dark and cloudy, there is still/
a beacon in life.
OR
Though the days may be/
dark and cloudy, there are still/
beacons in my life.
Payson Utah Temple -- cloudy sunburst sunset, Feb. 2017

Where Is Everyone? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 14, 2017

Temple workers are/
glad I showed up so they don’t/
have to fold laundry.

Moving At The Temple: Revolutionary ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

February 13, 2017

Moving Day, Provo Temple, Feb. 2017Don’t let Moving Day/
get in the way of going/
to His Holy House.

Ancestors Protect Me Like Military: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 12, 2017

To get to me, bad/
has to get through them.True for/
sailors, ancestors.

*Similar to the U.S. Navy commercial “The Shield” found at https://youtu.be/bBtCI8QrQtE
BYU Museum of Art "Nativity" shows ancestor angels surrounding me, protecting me from sin

Wild Man’s Service: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

February 9, 2017

A wild man worships/
in God’s House, sees a need, leaps/
to his feet and serves.

Upon Receiving A Pink Slip, Blue: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 27, 2017

Downtrodden*, I went/
To His House. “You have a job”/
He said. I feel good.

OR
*Sad, post work, I went/

Mormons Stayin’ Classy in Philly: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

September 20, 2016

When the Church has a/
classic site, its great when they/
don’t build something gauche.Classic LDS Temple in Philadelphia

Finding The Divine Lotus: Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

July 31, 2016

I,
working in a new ,
central mountain desert Temple,
noticed a carved symbol
high on Godly walls.

The lotus blossom,
not seen locally.
“International symbol
of the divine”
I was told.
8 petals,
gorgeously carved.
But why there?
Why that Buddhist symbol
in the Beehive state?

I was amused,
thinking “How silly
to use a blossom
so distant,
so unconnected,
so foreign.”

Summer drew me east,
away from that desert temple,
to the Midwest,
to the muddy creek
that had been my contemplative home,
my temple of solitude and thought
growing up.

Paddling up river
after heat,
muggy weather,
I noticed large water pads,
never before seen
in my decades in the swamp.

Then something newWhite lotus, symbol of the Buddha, reaching heavenward out of the muck in Mud Creek, Lake Winneconne, Wisconsin
rose up.
Coming out of the mud,
the decay,
through the water,
cleansing,
reaching heavenward,
large pods.

They opened,
huge,
white,
pure,
eight petals,
divine.

The scent,
pure,
delicious,
took my mind
and soul
even farther heavenward.

Now,
sitting in my canoe,
my portable temple,
eyes overwhelmed,
nostrils overcome,
soul purified,
I understand why
lotus is divine
whether in the desert
or the marsh
or the Ganges.