Wednesday, April 25, 2018

I potted the plant

Nephi, cut off, the head of Laban ...
I potted the plant.

if I were but more, faithfull
would I still pot the plant?

Death comes knocking at our door,
urging me to let it in ...
but then I potted the plant.

Nephi lopped off the head, 
to preseve,.
the history,
of the family.

I potted the plant
to preserve,
life, of the one.

I then free to choose,
my actions this day.

The consequence less,
and the price,
I too pay.