The Delicate Balance

Do your best here
and accumulate what you can
to make your family happy
and be your family's man,
but don't lose sight
of the future far from here
where He alleviates worries
and any and all fear.
Do your best here
to provide loved ones comfort,
to make those around you
feel free from the hurt,
but don't focus so much
on supplying contentment on earth
when the focus should be solely
on the post-worldly birth.
Remember the fact
that there is nothing wrong
with doing your best here
and doing it for a time so long,
but push for the finish line
in anticipation of the arrival
of the Savior back here
and your own to heaven that will fulfill.

Content Moment

A jump off the top,
a splash at the bottom on the spot,
the body hits.
Laughs and cries,
tears in the eyes,
the water leaves the body divots.
Turns on dives,
jokes and jives,
laughter fills the air.
Worries released,
racing minds ceased
with not a world's care,
family together
in a setting forever
to be so cherished,
far more satisfying
than an evening's trying
on some horse and carriage,
this moment here
is peace so dear
and impossible to replicate.
Therefore we
will sit in glee
for the most content moment to date.

A Four Year Old's Work

The wind blowing on my uncovered legs
and the hood hanging and pulling on my head,
my son sits to my right drawing our home.
He draws so peacefully, using every color but red.
He feels a bit of a breeze chilling his skin
so he goes to get his jacket like his daddy.
He asks questions so as to make his drawing
perfect in ways that would make me praise him proudly.
He pushes his little hands down on the paper.
He won't allow his art to be taken by the wind.
He switches colors time and time again
until finally he pulls the winner out of the tin.

He is onto drawing the bedrooms within his home
where he feels the safety and warmth so many crave.
His peaceful, satisfied, wide-eyed demeanor
sets him apart from those he'll later meet, so led astray.

He moves on from artwork piece number one.
He emerges from the house with a clean, white sheet.
Wasting no time that he doesn't have,
he allows his light red marker and paper to meet.
The marker, much like a magic guide, begins to direct
as his movements begin to come together to take shape.
Though others may see a four-year old's work of nonsense,
I see the scene he describes no less vividly than if I saw the very landscape.

The imagination sinister men and skeptics alike may mock
works for the boy who shows us all what we could be.
The lesson he teaches his dad is invaluable:
as long as you can interpret your own picture, it won't take others to make you happy.