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Sunday, January 25, 2015

TO LOVE A WIFE

This is quite personal but I have been asked to put it in my blog (as I was told) to perhaps help or encourage someone else? --I first typed it in Jan 9,1999 while preparing a Lesson for Priesthood. W.R. Baldwin
                                               


















TO LOVE A WIFE
I thought as I sit at my desk one day,
Life has not always been as it is today.
Life in the beginning was prayer and hope
As in inactivity her husband did grope.

They married for love, that was plain to see
And she knew of his Church inactivity.
He was born to roam mountains, to hunt and fish,
For him to be active in Church, was her greatest wish.

Could this rebel who was raised in a mountain of coal
Become active in Church. Could he change his soul?
He loved her she knew. Many times he would say,
I loved you today and our loves here to stay.

She did not push him, to go to Church or to pray,
But her unconditional love soon showed him the way.
He was afraid to go to the church house door,
He did not understand, did not know the score?

His wife’s patience and love he knew he could trust.
He would try Church once, He knew that he must.
He went one day and then one day more
And he found in this Church, much, much more.


As the years went by, love and activity grew strong
Many things he had done he now knew were wrong.
She waited for him as to his meeting he went.
And soon she became Relief Society President.

The children soon came, to a home full of love,
A home now blessed by our Father above.
My wife was the mortar, which made this home strong
As more and more children kept coming along.

As all do, we struggled with adversity and pain
But our commitment to each other never did wane.
He could not understand why she never did rest
When she cleaned a clean house! Sometimes he’s a pest.

Because of my wife, an eternal commitment we share,
It helps is to show love and to show that we care.
After 40 years together, we still try to improve.
But our love for each other we don’t have to prove.

At times she is eccentric, he will tell you alright.
And sometimes he doesn’t do everything right.
But because an eternal marriage, in the Temple was made,
They don’t have to worry or even be afraid.

Our love can bring wondrous joy in this life.
We can overcome friction and quarrels and strife.
Each day our love grows, for 40 years now, or more
Because in an eternal commitment, we vowed, love evermore.

The Temple was the key, our covenant and vow.
I sometimes giggle as we look at each other now.
We are wrinkled, with glasses, and sometimes we sleep
In a rocking chair, as we dream of mountains we leap.

There is no Obstacle in front that we cannot surmount,
No matter our age, because that does not count.
My love is so solid I would give up my life,
If I had to do that, to keep my kind loving wife.

Thursday, January 8, 2015

RAIN

















RAIN
The rain is falling as a Spring Shower moves onto the mountain. It falls as if it were on call just for my enjoyment. It is not coming in torrents, but as a simple spring rain shower as if Mother Nature knows it is time to wash this part of the mountain and I want to watch.

It falls for a few minutes as I watch and it seems as if a miracle happens. The flowers slowly open their petals, the mountain dust is washed from the stems and branches of flowers of every color. It is a shower to give life to the shrubs, trees and flowers here in the mountains where I am contentedly sitting on the deck of our family cabin as if I am waiting to take in a magic show as I have many times in the past.

After a short time and a few lightning flashes, as if to let me know that it is just a summer mountain storm, all the actors move on down the mountain and the sun comes out shining brightly and making all the trees, flowers and shrubs sparkle as if it was proudly showing off Mother Nature’s majesty again. I feel like I am almost hypnotized by the nature show I have just witnessed again.

When a mountain shower comes to the mountain it takes on a new life of its own. When it is over the sky turns the bluest blue you have ever seen. The white clouds are a whiteness that is almost impossible to explain. The birds come out and start chirping as if calling to each other to come out to the clean new world.
And I sit on my deck with a smile on my face, contented beyond measure by what I have witnessed and wondering if I had just watched a magic show staged by Mother Nature?

Of course all rain storms are not mountain showers. Some are accompanied by loud, tremendous thunder, torrents of rain that you cannot see through. The thunder scares the “little ones” and sometimes even us adults. Some storms are predecessors of hurricanes and some turn into huge floods---but these are for another time and another Blog.

W.R. Baldwin 
8 January 2015   




  

CARL on GETTING OLDER

I was recently reading from a graphic artist, Caryn Leschan, and she left a thought in my old head that is really a good question. --Do you happen to have a good answer?

 I quote, "Thirty five is the age when you finally get your
 head together and your body starts falling apart."

Do any of you young whipper-snappers have that problem or is it just me?