I am an LDS poet, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Making these LDS poems (“Mormon” poems) available to others was one of my main reasons for creating this poetry site. People frequently asked me, “Do you have a poem for this…?” It seemed easier to place them all on a website where everyone could find exactly what they needed. Feel free to use these LDS poems in talks, lessons, programs or the like. Do be sure to include full copyright information on every hard or internet copy. Please email a request for permission before using one of my LDS poems. For internet use, a link back to this site is required. Thanks, and enjoy your visit!
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How valiant is the tree that grows
majestic in the land–
the tree that fights to set down roots
so deep that it will stand
against the bitter storm,
the fiercest wind, the driving rain,
against the freezing winter
and the dusty, barren plain.
Each life refines a heart divine.
Our spirit gifts abound.
As God’s own children, we belong
where light and love are found.
A man and woman love, they mate,
and from that union, they create
a temple for God’s spirit child
entrusted to their care.
No strangers to the rocky plains were these.
The rugged mountains tore no virgin feet
on this (their last) descent, made bittersweet
by absent souls, carried in memories.
In Eden, one tree stood above the rest.
Its fruit, though sweet and luscious, was forbidden.
The serpent held out knowledge as a prize,
beguiling Eve with nuance, gently hidden.
My fate belongs to me alone,
compelled by neither king nor throne.
I choose the pathway I will trod,
a freedom granted me by God.
Reaching for light,
blooms bright against the
coming of the night,
we stand as one and shun
the close of day.
When I was a girl, I sowed dreams and climbed rainbows.
The earth was my playground, the sky my balloon.
And Jesus was with me in all of creation.
The wonder of childhood is gone all too soon.