Home My Family ! Photo Album Family History Services My Family History Corner Privacy Policy My Mother Contact Me Links Site Map HANDS   The little hands so helpless That clasp your own today, The tiny feet, uncertain, Trust you to lead the way. You feel in their dependence, Responsibility, To guide them and protect them Till they are strong and free. The years will swiftly pass on by Like winging birds they'll go, Time will come when your footsteps Will falter and be slow. It may be in that distant time When your own strength will fail, These hands, grown strong, will steady you Along life's sunset trail.  What Can I Give You What can I give you child Against the intruding years? What will keep each moment bright? Help you withstand the tears? I can give you laughter, but It will not be enough... I can give you courage, For when the road is rough. I can give you promise Of guidance from above. And always, always, always, I can give you love.   To a Soldier Now Paul, with a grandfather, your "great, great" Your lines run similar, you'll appreciate. He too, was a young man, on a mission bound Wanted to see what made the world go around. But he heard and he heeded his country's call. A battalion he joined, they were "Mormons" all. Men who turned from their half completed quest, Looking for the land God for them had blessed. Well, they sang and they walked, they limped and they marched Across the hills, dry water holes, cross the desert parched. And now history tells of that longest of treks, With ragged clothes, little food, shoes all were wrecks. Arriving at their destination to find The government now had changed its mind. They were no longer needed to fight a war, So back across the miles they traveled a far. But their families had moved, new homes had found, Building new lives, planting new ground. You'll find more in common than soldier’s aching feet, When in the eternities, someday you'll meet. You've known the same feelings, you can understand You did what you did 'cause you both loved this land. To defend our peace, that's real sacrifice, You both were proud you could pay the price... 1974  On Marriage Watch and wonder and ponder and wait, She is slow in coming out life's gate, You're uncertain why she's not here yet. Did you not know her? Have you already met? You feel that this waiting can really get lonely, But somewhere she's waiting for her "one and only." You wait.... and you pray.... So when she does come, there can be no doubt. All the fears and the worries, cast them right out. You'll know then the meaning, your answer to prayer. She'll love you, live for you, always be there. Then you'll know why you waited, what it was all for, Love begins, life happens, you are alone no more. You work.... and you pray.... Now some men believe love is all in the finding, But keeping joy in a marriage takes lots of minding. Her welfare, her happiness, giving her understanding, These should come first, you should not be demanding. Finest love, you'll discover, best living you'll see Is when each is held close by setting each free. The freedom to give all the love that you can, The freedom to use all the gifts God gave man. Most precious of these you'll receive as you give it. Best love is shared love, share your life as you live it. The good times, the bad days, all the joys and the sorrows Will all join together in life's grand tomorrows. You wait.... and you work.... and you pray....  My Senses It seems to me that of all of my senses one of the most sensitive to the waking of memory is the sense of smell. My eye sight is rapidly leaving me in a blurry world of wavering images and often, while listening to a favorite symphony, realize that a measure or two my memory supplies the notes more than my ears. But a scent! Ah! That's a very clear picture brought to life as a child...a tangerine--tart, sharp, sometimes even a little sour. Even a jaw ache, but always pleasurable... A tangerine! Oranges were quite common, but a tangerine! That was a treat--always easy to peel (I was and am lazy). Usually not so juicy as to make messy hands, and I don't enjoy sticky fingers. Each segment so complete, fitting so completely with the rest...and not probably supplied to me a feeling of belonging, which I needed then and will need now. A tangerine is so organized! -- no wasted space. Well there is a time to see ourselves as we really are---myself...sometimes tart of tongue--sometimes sour... often described as aching jawed (from too much flapping of it), maybe pleasurable, if the goals I'd set have been met. Hopefully another section to be pried open and experienced and enjoyed, or not, according to whatever flavor there was in that section of my life. There seems to be very little that could happen to my sense of smell, so I will hopefully always be able to summon up a picture whenever I need a memory to refresh a weary spirit.  Life's Journey Some see colors others do not see, Some hear sounds not heard by all. Voices only I can hear, Calling me oh so clear. Nothing is as lonely as a soul getting Ready for that long journey We each one have to take. Back to Table of Contents Site Navigation Bar: Home      My Family       Photo Album       Family History Services   My Family Corner     Family History Products    Store Policies    Privacy Policy  My Mother    Contact Me    Links     Site Map   Muirhouse Family History Services Orem, Utah  84097 USA Phone: (801) 319-2539 Relocated from Springville, Utah in Sept 2006, then from West Jordan, Utah in April 2007. © Copyright 2008 - Muirhouse Family History Services Privacy Policy