Maybe the world’s first press-release poem about the Lord’s brand.

Take inspiration where you can find it.

He knows God chose him. I was less sure.

Based on a true walk to church.

I just want to settle the score.

As I sat there listening to person after person testify, the concept of divine love was starting to feel a little squishy. But, who knows, maybe it is squishy?

I’ve seen him there looking impervious. The question is, am I jealous?

Based on a true and repeated conversation that happens whenever I say, “Go put on your church clothes.”

I was thinking of a children’s song that starts, “I wonder when he comes again…” and I started wondering.

Based on a true testimony meeting, or at least a testimony meeting that really happened.

Sometimes I try to write poems just to impress my ten-year-old boy, and sometimes I even go too low for him. This would be one of those times.

Don’t read to much into this one. I was just screwing around with pentameter during a musical number at church.

I had a lot of time on that airplane to think and I kept coming back to the predicament of the man who was two rows ahead of me.

If you haven’t heard this speech in church, then you haven’t been to a Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Is this small and silly thing a metaphor for something bigger and more profound? No, it is not.

Based on a true (but completely unremarkable) story.

I appreciate sacrifice, love, and forgiveness, but I can’t quite get behind the idea that blood sacrifice was for me.