Spontaneous Overflow of Powerful Emotion

A little bit of background: I've encountered the painting She Will Find What is Lost by Brian Kershisnik (below) several times in the past year, and absolutely love it. In school I've also been reading a lot of poetry and talking about different styles, forms, and constructs (stealing the title for this post from Wordsworth). The other day I got an email about a Poetry Jam in the BYU Museum of Art where some of Kershisnik's art is currently being displayed. Each poem was inspired by a piece of art in the museum. With this in mind, I sat down in my Eternal Families religion class, and spontaneously wrote the following. Why today? It's my Grandma's birthday.

You Will Find I'm Not Alone

Sometimes, afraid to look around

I keep my eyes upon the ground.

Hoping to find there what I lost,

Hoping to avoid the cost

Of losing that which once I had,

Conviction, like my Mom and Dad.

I used to look around and see

Things that simply couldn't be.

Loving hands, long since gone,

Lifting, helping me move on.

My grandma on my mother's side,

I knew her love before she died,

And somehow feel it near me still,

especially when I do His will.

Many others paved the way for me,

Women whose strength I still see.

For, even though their hearts are gone,

Their love remains, and carries on

The work that they came here to do:

To raise the world, and love them too.

So though it seems I walk alone

They surround me, and though I am prone

To wander, searching, Lord I know

 You're there! My Mothers told me so.

Additional references: Alma 56: 47-48, No One is Alone, Brian Kershisnik.