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There is a widow in my ward named Ruth. Coincidentally, my late mother's name was Ruth too......this poem describes them both.....
She was called a shut in
Old and worn she lived her days.
She was seasoned just by living
Grateful for her humble way.
Not complicated by pretending
She knelt and thanked for life
Never thinking to complain
Not storing tears or strife.
For she had come to know
That rainbows follow rain
Her life is but a testament
That strength will follow pain.
She rises every day
And lives her daily tasks
Never to forget
Who to thank and who to ask.
She is a good example
Of endurance here with grace
All who spend a moment
Are blessed to share her space.
The steps she's taken humbly
Teach the learning searching mind
Father lent to us this sister
To show us where His touch we'll find.
-Shanna C. Hugie
When I contemplate chronic illness and other trials of this earthly life, I offer this new perspective……
I’ve supposed that I once pondered
The trials that I would face
When my turn to try mortality
Would change my heaven pace.
I imagined I would be prepared
Of the pain that I should bear
My vision of those lessons
One by one delivered there.
I felt no fear back then
Because I saw the scope
Of pre-mortal . . . birth . . . and then
Eternal life with hope.
Oh . . . the human pain of faith
To endure sorrow just because
With only mortal vision
We don’t see what Father does.
Without tomorrow’s vision
The purpose of today
Can overwhelm our spirit
Leaving self imposed dismay.
May I learn to face with courage
The trials that smother here
Then allow the spirit growth
In the sprouts once known as fear.
-Shanna C. Hugie
Last night I attended a Constitution Fireside. It was WONDERFUL.....people dressed as our founding fathers with the spoken word and inspired music. I wrote the following as I pondered what this country means to me.....
Is it just a piece of paper
Written long ago
By forefathers on parchment
Or....did God's will they know?
Was it just happenstance
They sacrificed in pain
So that we....today would be free.
Their loss became our gain.
Was the Constitution
Old fashioned....now out of date
Or....are the words reborn
To open freedom's gate?
As we voice our daily words
May we be found to speak
In patriotic echoes
Then....kneel at Father's feet.
-Shanna C. Hugie
Recently a gospel doctrine teacher asked me to share my impression of the Twenty-Third Psalm. I read it, pondered what it meant to me, and was inspired to write these words....He could have let me walk
Aimlessly on earth.
Yet, He sent a shepherd
To guide me from my birth.
He could have made the thistles
The bed where I would lay
Yet, He taught me how to find
Green pastures where I pray.
He could have let me drown
Yet, He leads me to the place
Where righteous stillness beckons...
No worry for my face.
No fear can there embrace me
For He is with me when I hear
Death and evil kept in place
By the Savior who is near.
He declares His love
Though my enemies will hate
For all to see He prepares
The feast of spirit's place.
He gives me every mercy
Then prompts my soul to be
Full of good forgiving
On my way to eternity.
-Shanna C. Hugie
Last night, I attended a concert . . . "Music That Heals the Soul" with Kevin Kula and Jeremy Threlfall.....it was healing, inspirational, calming, and inspired the following:
The notes weave the telling
Of the space of time
Given to mere mortals
On sound waves of divine
Painting on the inner ear
The masterpiece of tone
Linking melodies of memories
We'd forgotten that we've known.
For, if our days were void
Of the music sound
We would lose our way
Flat lined...lost...not found.
If we dare to offer
The leaf veins of our soul
We'll wander through God's meadow
As our hearing makes us whole.
For the fluid ripple
Of notes spilled down upon
The spirit's wounded surface
Is healed with purest song . . .
-Shanna C. Hugie
