The Worth of Souls

 

The Worth of Souls

So often hard to measure

Yet, my soul is a gift

A gift that I will always treasure

My God has always blessed me

With skills to understand

And He is always with me

Wit His guiding hand

And with His heavenly guidance 

I seek to choose the right

To stand for right over wrong

To always win the fight

So I always try to remember

That I am a child of God

And live my life as best I can

And not live a life of fraud

So how do I prove my worth

To see myself through the Savior's eyes

The answer is quite easy

I want to feel my spirit rise

Thoughts on how and where my thoughts of you go

 Ah my Love, my Dear, I'm sitting here thinking of you, wondering what you are doing? Wondering if you are thinking of me and what your thoughts might be.  As for me, I think of you nearly all the time, every night and day.  And yes my thoughts are often of the carnal type, so please forgive me if this assaults your senses, but the truth is very simple because that is where my thoughts take me, our bodies wrapped together in tender, passionate love, hearts beating as one. And so my thoughts go, and go , and go . . .

You Are My All

 You are such a lovely beauty                                                                                                                          While I am such a beast                                                                                                                           Gazing upon your beauty                                                                                                                               Is for me a loving feast

So, I tell you of my love                                                                                                                                 A love that is so very real                                                                                                                               That when I gaze upon your lips                                                                                                                    It is your kiss I want to steal                                                                                                                         

Your kisses I dream of savoring                                                                                                                    Filled with loves nectar sweet                                                                                                                      My mouth begins to water                                                                                                                            When our wet lips do meet

Your beauty and your lips                                                                                                                          Drive me crazy with desire                                                                                                                            So with bodies finally touching                                                                                                                   Our minds and hearts catch fire 

And so it is as I gaze upon you                                                                                                                       I find myself mezmorized                                                                                                                             Totally under your spell of love                                                                                                                    You have me totally hypnotized  

So you see, you have tamed a beast                                                                                                               I am at your beck and call                                                                                                                            Without you I am nothing                                                                                                                              You my Love are my All                                                                                                                          

                                                                                                                      

                                                                                                                

Weather Report for Mid-July for Southern Utah

 It is the middle of July

And it is hot as hell

I feel that I am going to fry

Living here in Southern Utah

With a heat so unbearable 

Even grown men often cry

But their tears soon evaporate

Be it throughout the day

And often into the night

Even breathing is tough

The air is so hot and dry

Surrounded by red mountains 

And a desert of red rocks

The scenery is so very bleak

Not a climate that most people seek

So be it middle of the day

Or in the dead of night

Surviving Southern Utah weather

Can cause a person fright

And that's the weather report

In the middle of July from Southern Utah

My Battle with Procrastination

 My ability to procrastinate amazes me

In fact, I am getting quite good at it

Watching time and events pass me by

Just sitting on my butt with hardly a sigh

Getting farther and farther behind

With nary a worry in my life can I find

Yet soon my negligence will have a cost

With time ill spent and opportunities lost

So, what to do to get me off of this log

It is time to start writing again

And add new thoughts to my blog!

So, let's see what happens. . .

Will procrastination win or lose

What will be the outcome

What will I choose?

My Wandering Mind on a Sunday Afternoon

 Sunday afternoon, and my mind is wandering

Which it usually does . . .

And why does it wander so?

Well, quite simply just because

And where does it wander to?

Well, not to far afield.

But carnal thoughts,  usually

Of you and me together

Followed by a warm embrace

Then to you and your love I do yield

So, in my wandering mind, you and I

We do travel. To places where love we find

Of green knolls or sandy beaches

Whichever, you always seem to dazzle

And on this Sunday afternoon

My mind does its usual thing

A wandering both to and froe

To a place of solitude

Just me and you for a loving interlude

And so, my mind does wander . . .

                                                                                                                  

     

Miracles through Faith and Prayer - Happy Birthday!

 Rather than a Birthday Wish

I offer up a prayer

To our Heavenly Father

Who we know is always listening

Our Heavenly Father who is always there

And so, I offer up this prayer

That through your Faith and also mine

That a miracle will come to bear

A miracle based on Faith

That you will be able to carry on

To carry out your life's mission

Carrying on with health restored

Doing so with spirit, body and mind

Believing with Faith and with Prayer

As answers to your prayers you find

Dear One, your Heavenly Father blesses you

Through your Prayers and Faith and Miracle divine

Your strong Faith and His great love for you

Give renewed health and energy

Manifesting His heavenly design

So, rather than a Birthday Wish

We learn that prayers are answered

As faithful prayers are offered up

Miracles come to bear

Witnessing to you and me

The power of Faith and Prayer

Confessions of a Mess

 I must confess, I am a mess

My deepest thoughts are carnal

And even when I'm deep asleep

The carnality of my thoughts rage on

Indeed I am a mess, I do confess

Being Thankful for My Mind

 Today I tried looking into my mind

Wondering beyond wonder what I might find

What are my goals and what of my dreams

Or is my mind a waste land that could make me scream

But for the most part I love my mind and it's imagination

Helping me to make it through most every day

Living a life that is partly my own creation

Along with God's guidance, come what ma

I am so thankful for my mind