Some of This--A Song

I wrote this song back in...high school? When we lived up in Washington at least. I tend to go through phases with my poetry, as in I'll spend several months writing and then several years not. This one ended up with a melody of its own, though, and is the only poem of mine I've ever actually memorized. It's gone through a fair number of variations, but this is one of my preferred versions.

I wish I were a flower, so beautiful so fair
I wish I were an eagle, soaring through the air
I wish I were some mistletoe, hung on Christmas Eve
I wish I were an angel, so that you might believe

Flowers come to wilt and then they die
Eagles, they grow old and cease to fly
Mistletoe, it hangs there, but only for a while
Yet Angels, they all go the extra mile

Angels, they were here in ancient times
We've learned of them through stories and through rhymes
And yet, do you believe them, do you truly see
The sacrifice of Jesus, He gave us so freely

Some may not see yet they are not blind
To the one who suffered for mankind
So that they might go live with him through eternity
If they will come unt0 Him, and do so faithfully

I think a couple of things brought my little song into mind. First, the thought of posting poetry on this blog. Second, this weekend saw a huge influx in visitors to Salt Lake City for General Conference. While I didn't watch most of it, a couple of the talks had a good impact on me, and I have been reflecting more lately on spiritual matters. The talks were the one on prayer from President Boyd K. Packer, and Elder Jeffrey R. Holland's rousing and fervent testimony of the Book of Mormon.