Monday, October 29, 2012

Poetry


“Struggles” –Tucker Wallace

The moth fights, he struggles
Wrestling, wriggling, wanting to be free
The cocoon’s grip holds, almost cuddles
Lulling its victim into false security

The struggle encompasses, defines
All he sees, all he will become
Trapped in darkness, lost, hope declines
Yet past the present, hope, light will come

In this moment, true character shown
So easy to miss one’s destined way
Whether to fight, totally alone
Or become the cocoon’s eternal prey.


“Birds” –Tucker Wallace

Much like the bird in the egg
People must leave the obscurity
Break the shell and leave their security
Risk life and health to grow in maturity 

Much like the bird in the nest
People lay in need 
Asking for help, while they, indeed
Forget of their feat, they did in previous succeed

Much like the bird shoved out of the nest
People have wings, though unused
And unless forced, sometimes bruised
These wings lay useless, never to be proved

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Paper Work Has Started!



She is going to be an incredible full time missionary!!!!