Tender Worship

 

 

I often worship tenderly-

pondering Celestial heredity--

Our "spirits" born in "Heaven's Bosom",

sent here as seedlings, to thrive and blossom.

Divine wisdom and gratitude-

above all pleasurable platitudes--

Leads and guides the "souls" who listen-

we look, we love, and tenderly "glisten".

Ominous, threatening preoccupations

often keep us from preparation--

but, time and tide are always moving--

hopefully, honestly--this soul is improving.

 

The Washington Temple

 

poem by Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2005