Thoughts of a Resurrected Being

Oftentimes when I am inspired to write something, especially poetry, it comes out of left field, and I have no idea where it will end up. This one in particular hit me hard. When I began writing it, I was addressing the state of our world and society today but within a few lines, it became the perspective of someone who had lived long ago when times were simpler, more respectable, and as a whole more in tune with the Lord. I knew as I kept writing that this would be what someone felt if they had been resurrected and experienced the impact of the world as it is, or if someone had come from the past into the future. Either way, I felt the full impact as I wrote. Many tears streamed down my face as my fingers moved furiously on the keyboard. I wrote this the day after I had an amazing dream that involved President Uchdorf speaking of the return of Christ and how important it is that we reign in our focus where it should be, using all of our gifts and talents to teach of Christ, lift those around us, and embrace one another.

I cannot bare the scene

Laid out before my soul

Is this what once was and now is?

How have we thus diminished?

                       I sink to my knees in sorrow

I remember much more light

I recall a depth of etiquette and grace

Of respect and value there is little trace

Where do I now go?

                     What will I see tomorrow?

I fall and stumble in weeping

I wake and stir in sleeping

What is this pain?

What is this death?

                     It is too far reaching

For my ancestors knew it not

Despite the woe and sorrow

That may have rolled before them

Like thunder in the night

They knew the bond of friendship and kin

Could prevail any storm

                     They embraced true teaching

So many fractured ties

So many broken hearts

How do we gather the multitude of pieces?

They lay scattered like a mosaic covering of the earth

Each piece crying for its own justice

How can this be reconciled

                      My cries echo through generations

Yet in my sorrowed and dreary state

I cannot be overwhelmed by it all

For we have been told of this through ages

These are all but stages

                      This is known in all nations

No matter if it stirs the heart to grieve

We have known one truth

That all of the broken hearted

Can be mended and healed

                       Embrace without waver

And all joys and bonds can remain in hearts

If we turn to our Lord in all things

He is the light that keeps us from going mad

From all of the madness which surrounds us. 

                      Turn your heart to the Savior