As General Conference approaches, I'm reminded of when I was reactivated. Here's a poem. That isn't very good. But I am rather fond of the title.
Reactiversary
Another year is fast approaching.
The marking of time
Is no longer on a clock.
Now it's on a calendar,
As a beautiful time to gather together.
Another six months to work within me,
Using words I need to hear;
I hope they come in time.
(Lovely how hope can be
Replaced by prayer.)
To think of millions
Standing as one,
Singing from the
Basement of their lungs.
How else could
Love be known and shown?
To stand is to fall,
To fall is to be caught,
To be caught is to be grateful.
And so I am.
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