Poem

[taisama]

Well, I just finished this poem for my English class tomorrow and I got more spiritual that I had planned. I thought I might as well publish it here as it may make someone happy. It is about a trip to Temple Square (SLC).

The Square

On a cold, dark, December night, I gazed upon a glorious sight-

In the middle of the Square the sight caused my sound soul to soar.

What I saw was truly magic; lights of many hues were twinkling-

I let my bright eyes grasp the colors; reds, whites, and blues galore!

The brilliant scene pierced me to the core, warmth flowed from every pore.

This helped me the cold ignore.

While I was walking ‘round the Square I slipped and fell, my skin did tear.

As I struggled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of bright pallor-

There was a still, shining lake, my image captured on the surface-

The surface, fragile as glass, only disturbed by the color.

I saw the reflection of my past, warmth flowed from every pore.

This helped me the pain ignore.

While I was thinking of my past, I came upon what I had sought-

A pure, peaceful, white structure dominated the large Square floor.

Illuminated as if by angels, the white marble shown bright-

Standing there, eyes glistening, trying every moment to savor

The beautiful vista filled with joy, warmth flowed from every pore.

This helped me my mistakes ignore.

[personne]

oh...j'aime beaucoup.