Heaven has cases of books on its walls.
Sweet leather and palm oil rubbed
With tears over the tales
Men tell,
Which are penned by women.

Passion and first love,
Murder in the night,
And kingdoms with white winged stallions
And gargoyles, digital circuits emblazoning brain
Paths to the surreal have been their best loves.

Where will these stories go when Christ comes?
In the great burning, as earth calls back
The elements and ploughs of rust
Disintegrate as red lace in the wind,
Man’s stories will live.

God will come and thumb the books,
And Abraham will again lay
Out the sections of brisket
And bone before the smoking lantern,
And we will testify with blood:
“We heard the tales, we saw
The angels, and no feller was able
To cut asunder joint and marrow.

“Christ will yet live and
There will be a New Heaven
And a New Earth!”

Nothing will be lost.

Principle: Men and women’s experiences on this earth are sacred.  They will not be lost. If it were not so, why have the prophets told us to remember in our journals all things great and small.

Scripture: Genesis 15; Doctrine and Covenants 29:9-12