Writing Journal

Last summer, I was inspired by some unusual noise in a Sacrament meeting. Most of the time, there's dead silence in a Single's Ward during that ordinance. But, this one time, in Sacrament meeting, there were a bunch of people and everyone uses the plastic cups instead of the old paper ones now. The noise was distracting until I found symbolism in it. Then it became beautiful.

Ever since then, I've been trying to write a poem about it. I don't know that I've ever been successful. I never feel that any of them are finished. Like this one I wrote during the Lenten Writing Challenge.

I came up with a haiku about it today. Title is WIP (Work in Progress), as usual.

Forgiveness
Plastic cups fall into
The tray, sounding of sweet, pure
Forgiveness