Tagged: Poetry

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newlY born

hello, worlD- I can never be walking porn Not when I run or dance or play. Not when I bow or tiptoe or pray. Not if I bat inviting eyes or high-kick a lacy straddle...

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The Sacredness of Doubt

Both of my parents were converts to the LDS Church, but my father was a zealous convert. On the way to school or church or the supermarket, he quizzed my brother, sister, and I...

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The City of God is Like This

The kingdom (queendom? commonwealth? city?) of God is like A mustard seed Small Easily missed. Potent. The city of God is like An olive tree An orchard A seed A wedding guest An ordinary...

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Walls

Joshua at Jericho Before the crumbling walls A brand new Warrior/Prophet Saw God by the falls   Are you for us? Or against? I lead the hosts of God. Jericho before the war Was...

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Mother, Mother, Mother

My child isn’t a baby anymore. When he prays, he says, “Dear Father, Mother, Mother, Mother…” Soon I will teach him to censor his prayers. But it was after his birth that She came...

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Guest Post: The laying on of hands #MormonMeToo

Anonymous grew up in a faithful Mormon family in which her father was sometimes bishop and her mother was sometimes relief society president and probably every person was abused. She tried and failed to interrupt...

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The Shape of My Lenten Journey

The early process Involved the identification of A problem A deficit Strategies to resolve it Embracing a particular goal. I made a big effort at the beginning Some early success Mixed with Reward Benefit...

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Prayer after a Faith Transition

I remember sitting in my Community of Congregation for the first time. We were a brand new group, all Mormons and former Mormons. There were a few familiar faces and a bunch of unknown...