The Lower Lights

Last week’s post spoke of the lighthouse. They have always been so symbolic to me….lights shining in the darkness, guiding lost and storm tossed souls. There is a hymn in the LDS Hymnbook, #335, entitiled “Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy”.

Apparently, to mariners who depend upon lighthouses to find their way, there are lower lights upon the shore that help to direct ships into a proper channel to reach the shore safely. Without them, there is just the lighthouse, the final destination, but of no real help to navigate the reefs and shoals that may lie near a safe harbor.

The first verse reads as follows:

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy
From the lighthouse evermore,
But to us he gives the keeping
Of the lights along the shore.
Let the lower lights be burning;
Send a gleam across the wave.
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
You may rescue, you may save.

It is easy to be so tired, so discouraged. Problems are so prevalent around us, and our meager efforts seem so futile. Perhaps it would do us well to reflect upon times when we have been in need of encouragement; when our souls have been sinking, and then we have been rescued by some small act of love–maybe just a hug, or a phone call, or a listening ear. Let us not let our lower lights dim. Keep them shining, keep them bright, and, be assured, someone is going to see and be rescued.

My Best Friend

Last night Pop beat me at Gin Rummy,
The usual ending of our games.
I said good-night, and things seemed right,
‘Till that dreadful morning came.
My best friend, he just died,
And I cried for my best friend.
Life will go on, though he’s gone,
He’ll always be my best friend.
Remembering things we used to do,
Troubled times he led me through.
Dear God, what am I to do,
To show my love is true?
The things he’s done help me to see
The kind of life for me.
Dear God, give me the strength to do
The things Dad likes me to.
My best friend, he just died,
And I cried for my best friend.
Life will go on, though he’s gone,
He’ll always be my best friend.

Let this serve as a tribute to all fathers, everywhere, who invest their time, efforts, patience and kindness to their family. They are the truly great men of our time. Thanks to our Dads, husbands and Grandpas.

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Thankfulness and Thoughtfulness

Thankfulness and thoughtfulness are two things we need more.
Selfishness and slothfulness can make loved ones grow sore.
When we think of others in thankful, thoughtful ways,
Do they respond in kindness to us throughout our days?

“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”,
Are words from the Master that grow more sure and true.
If we share with our loved ones in honest careful ways,
Will they become more opened throughout life’s passing days?

Whenever we are thoughtless and selfish in our acts,
Do those we should have cared for feel our cold attacks?
Are our greatest riches found in friends and family?
Does their love for us grow stronger with gentle honesty?

Must we watch and reflect on what we say and do?
Repent when we’ve done wrong and selfish acts burn through?
Ask for forgiveness and forgive whenever sin breaks through?
Will thankfulness and thoughtfulness grow more strong and true?

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I Need a Laugh

I am feeling tons of stress this morning. I need a laugh. Sick grand kids. Upcoming surgeries. I searched the pages of our poems to find one to lighten my mood, and this one made me laugh. Oh, the simple things in life can bring us so much joy; like poking a fire with sticks!

We drove down a freeway, then we passed through the towns.
We bumped on a dirt road and bounced up and down.
We came around the corner and we first saw the spot:
Trees, grasses, flowers–growing on the lot.

We’d never seen the place before. We feared what it might be.
But when we saw the beauty there, it filled us all with glee.
The cabin was so cozy, and cute as it could be.
The bunkhouse gave the boys room to make them wild and free.

Bobby saw a deer, and Eva spied a squirrel.
Valoree found a hummingbird. She’s such a clever girl.
She tracked it flying up and down and even east and west.
And then she saw it going home and plopping in it’s nest.

We took a walk across the bridge and found a grassy spot.
Bob took a drive, and with a pole, the fish were caught.
We lit a fire and then we poked in it with sticks.
We walked around and came back and checked ourselves for ticks.

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