It's not so much "whatever that means." It's whoever...

"Dear Elder Cannon: you are hereby called to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Colombia Bogota North Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months...You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Spanish language... "

Thursday, July 22, 2010


Friends give inspiration
late at night
When the only sound
is the clicking of the keys.
Twelve is a big number,
but with friends
it doesn't seem so big.
The clouds followed twelve.
Big and fluffy white.
There they were,
so surreal.
A painting 
in the sky.

Things happened
that I don't quite understand.
White, Yellow, Pink, Orange.
Some call it science,
to others, it's a miracle.
And to me?
It doesn't matter, really.
It's a place to fly.
A place for escape.
A place where there is
nothing but clouds and sky.
Whatever it is,
I'm grateful.
To be able to escape
every night.
Never wondering how
Or where or when,



  1. "A place where energy meets at the end of the day..." ...So I heard from a friend. :) Thank you for your thoughts/poem...I like it. :) It's...they' :)

    Love, Me.