Earth

When we were staying at Geoff Ponds cabin in October of 2011 I noticed a poem carved into the chimney at the side of the cabin and realized that it was a poem that Grandpa David Smith had written.  I thought I would put it on this blog and share it with any of you who haven't read it before.  It has a very profound meaning that seems to get more important to me as I get older.  I never got to know him as an adult and that is one thing that I wish I could have experienced.  I believe that he was a most honorable man, friend, husband, father and grandfather. A man of integrity and love of fellow man.  I look forward to meeting him on the other side and 

Earth

Perchance some people say of thee

I would that thou were not;

That thou hadst never found a place

Among the worlds of God.

And would that they had had the the chance

To fashion thee I know 

And set the tender grass and flowers

Where now resides the snow.

Plant daisies where the thistles grow

Have roses stead of rocks,

Turn winter into springtime

Change vernal equinox.

And cause they do not so

They deem it just to balk

I thank thee Lord that I am here,

That I've been blessed to know

In order for the ship to sail

The wind must first needs't to blow:

That things which often make us sigh

Are means by which we grow

And thus O Lord I'm grateful for

The two, both night and day,

For the deserts parching winds and sands

Which teach me how to pray.

And may I never be so small

That I would thee minimize,

But make myself to fit the mold

Which thou on earth devised.

David Smith, Idaho Falls, Idaho