I wrote this thinking of her, she had that certian thing that caught my eye. And in a since you could exagerate by saying I fell in love. But while I was writing I saw a video with Warren Jeffs and the LDS Church and Gislane became just one woman, when in that church men and women out number her by thousands. And while she sits in jail Her crime continues in the name of a cult. My piece just tell her story.
Glain was her name
with secrets hidden by gods
Hidden in pronounciation
the way and what she was
Trapped from the beginning
a tool that greed would use
The vengence crime commited
to the daughters of the accused
Kept within the filty rich
the treasures of flesh and being
Princesses now in favor
virgins in the eyes of the seeing
Pleasing becomes an occupation
no matter who you are
form sweeping the floor to closing the door
we all play certian part
A true crime story was what became
when only certian girls would suit.
I stoped there. After the video.... I was going to use her name or part of it, the "his" in Ghislane. and the his became "His". Needles to say that's God's
Digging through old ledgers seems a drudge
But searching for long-lost ancestors is fun,
The LDS Church can give you a helpful nudge
For they have records on almost everyone.
Dim documents in out-of-the-way courthouses
Include dusty old ledgers of marriage licenses,
You can discover names of parents and spouses
If you can spare time traveling long distances.
Good information comes from grandparents
Who may possess a well-documented Bible,
But, don’t underestimate your own parents
Close families tend to be exceptionally tribal.
It’s fun learning the exploits of your ancestors
Relating them to your understanding of history,
Far back you could be kin to some court jesters
You never know what you’ll find in your ancestry.
written March 9, 2022
ARCHWAY
REJOICE
VESSELS
MOST HIGH
HERALDS
BANNERS
MAGNIFY
CREATOR
T O
THE
C.I.C.
Codex Iuris Canonici (Code of Canon Law)
HIS
Iesus Hominum Salvator (Jesus Savor of Mankind)
Abbreviation for Responsory / Response
R.
Latin words for B.M.V.
Beata Maria Virgo (Blessed Mary the Virgin)
Initials F.S.S.P. refer as
The Priestly Fraternity of St. Peter
Acronym for 'Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior' spells
"fish" in Greek
6. ICHTHUS (or ICTHUS)
Abbreviation for Apostle
Ap
L.D.S. stand for
Laus Deo semper (Praise to God always)
Initials represent the Latin version of 'For the greater glory of God'
A.M.D.G. (Ad maiorem Dei gloriam)
Initials are associated with the inscription on the Cross and they stand for
I.N.R.I. - Iesus Nazarenus Rex Iudaeorum [Latin for 'Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews']
Warrior Poet, newest nom de plume for Mark Halliday
An American citizen, gained a taste for living abroad as a LDS missionary.
Retired in 2007 as a Staff Sergeant from the US Army (20 years service);
Really preferred assignments in Germany over Macedonia and Iraq.
Instrumentalist, he learned to plays (in order): piano, flute, synthesizer,
Organ, guitar, fife, keyboards, acoustic and electric and bass guitars.
Reads a lot, mostly military science fiction novels. Loved Marvel Comics.
Prior studied French, Spanish, German, Russian, and Serbo-Croatian;
Only writes lyrics and poetry though in English and French to Nelly (Mrs H).
Enjoys cooking stroganoff, lasagna, choucroute garni, and couscous.
Trying today to get a job in France; will be flying to Paris October 12th.
Mark Halliday
20141003, Monterey Calif.
To crouch beside him in the rows,
Counting seeds beneath rainbows.
Three in each hole, I’d count with glows.
He let me help; his garden grows.
To sell the pears he grew and picked.
Red wagon wheels click-click, clacked, clicked.
One penny each, the price was strict.
The neighbor kids their fingers licked.
To shave his beard while on the couch,
To hear his words; those never grouch,
And tales of ghosts for whom he’d vouch.
Yes, all of this without one ouch.
To sit beside him while he sleeps
In quiet stillness without child peeps,
Until, alas, his scare would creep.
Awake he snored; was not asleep.
Or hear the tales of where he’d been
His work on waters with boatmen,
Three busy tugboats from docks to glen.
Granddad, my hero, way back when.
To hear his laughter once again,
Reliving days that were back then.
Alas, his death brought my chagrin.
I live to hug him once again.
Copyright January 14, 2013
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
(Forever Families, God taught the way
Grow pure love of Christ everyday.
That’s what the L.D.S. people say.
I live my life to hug granddad someday.)
In the edge of night
I am and you beside me be
Not with degradation, but love
In dreams awake you're all I see
In heart and mind beyond
Only one above you, God
And amidst us
That is why happiness is...
Never impetuous
The meek inherit through submission
Ever willing to learn
About who we are
The spirits swathed of flesh
An the word "together"
In this LDS marriage celestrial, forever
"Why can't all want what is this?"
The Martin Handcart Company endured
a frightful winter in their journey west.
Yet through it all, they would not be deterred,
for with strong faith and hope these Saints were blessed.
Louisa Mellor, in her journal, gave
accountings of their hardships in the cold
and told of how they struggled to be brave
while many died, especially the old.
They'd shovel snowy roads, and they would wade
through icy streams; her mom once stayed behind,
kissed them bye and wept; Louisa stayed
and prayed. When she arose, what did she find?
The Lord must not hate sweets, for she would spy
nearby on snow for sustenance a PIE!
*There are many miraculous accounts from old journals
of LDS pioneers who crossed the plains in the 1800's
to make a home in Utah. This is my sonnet rendition
of one such story which I read about in a church magazine.
Here is just one source where you can read about this faithful
woman:
http://ldswomenshistory.blogspot.com/2010/03/mary-ann-mellor-and-louisa-mellor-clark.html )
For the FAITH contest of Diane Christian
Two Hearts Kissed
Thank God that families can be forever.
Now you and your Barbara can be together.
Separation by death has pains, tears rain.
And hope teaches of togetherness, again.
We two met, became “best friends”, loved and married,
Although marriage passed, friendship remained.
No widow, I, but there is still some pain…and our son.
God, please comfort him through grief with shining sun.
One man, many children, our son’s father, my daughters' “Dad”
The tragic end to a giving life, lost in a blink…more than sad.
Tears fall, souls ache, and demenors remain strong while hearts break.
X-husband, father, brother…and friend – too soon, the Lord did take.
My love I send to his children, sister, and to his every friend.
Dear God, a forever family prayer I ask for Barbara and him.
Please comfort those who loved him; he shall be missed.
And thank you for the years we shared…two hearts kissed.
Lovingly, Dane
FOREVER FAMILIES:
http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?
locale=0&sourceId=28fddbdcc370c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD
We are part of a website,
Called Ldsmingles,
Full of wild and whacky,
Lds singles.
They spend most their evenings,
And sometimes days too,
Talking in chat rooms,
In groups of more than two.
The subjects are as diverse,
As the group that’s involved,
Theres no mystery here,
That needs to be solved.
We talked about spiritual things,
Although that seems to be rare,
And sometimes the discussions,
Tend to get a little “bare”.
We talk about garmies,
And kissing to,
And about how we’d like to get married,
Because certainly our time is due.
But yet we’re still here,
And the ever elusive mate,
Seems to be so far out of site,
It seems we can’t even get a date!
From singleness few have evolved,
Our life just continues,
Yet our single status,
Just never get resolved!
But somehow we make it,
From one day to the next,
Wishing our status was different,
And surviving this test.
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