My first year (2005) I received an honorable mention for a play I wrote called Help Me Find My Way. Based on the true story of a friend's grandparents, it follows a young couple through World War II, their marriage, and conversion to the LDS Church. It is completely suitable for ward or stake use; if anyone wants to put it on I'd be happy to send you the script!
The second year (2006) I entered a poem entitled "Consecration" that received the Deseret Recognition award. And then in 2007 I submitted another poem entitled "Bread From Heaven" which also received the award. Since a couple people have requested those poems I decided to post them here!
Sometimes Holiness has a smell.
Clean and fresh and calm—
Like laundry folded fresh from the dryer,
Like cookies left on a doorstep,
Like a blessed drop of oil.
Holiness also has a sound.
Serene and hushed and unique—
Like a small voice singing,
Like the rustle of scripture seeking,
Like the breath before a testimony.
Holiness has a taste, too.
Light and crisp and clear—
Like orange juice on a Saturday morning,
Like a bit of bread dissolved on the tongue,
Like a tear kissed from a cheek.
And Holiness has a look.
Composed and creative and gentle—
Like a hymn book on a piano,
Like a crayon smudged family “portrait,”
Like two mirrors each reflecting the other.
Of course Holiness has a feel.
Keen and quick and real—
Like the gush of water breaking,
Like a whispered prayer on the lips,
Like a heart that flutters and a chest that burns.
All of it Holiness
Surrounding and moving and being—
All of it
Holiness to the Lord.
"Bread From Heaven"
|When the children of Israel|
entered the wilderness of Sin
They were hungry—
like a bowl left in a cupboard,
like a dog shut out in the evening,
like a blanket without a bed.
|The children of Israel were hungry|
And in their hunger
They yearned for slavery.
They dreamed of Egypt
Remembering only its flesh-pots and bread.
They thought their hunger would kill them.
|And the children of Israel|
in that wilderness of Sin
like a cup left in a cabinet,
like a bird without a bath,
like a garden without any rain.
|The children of Israel were thirsty,|
And in their thirst
They questioned the Lord.
They doubted the Lord
Asking is the Lord among us or not?
They thought they would die of their thirst.
|The Lord answered them,|
From without the wilderness of Sin
He answered them—
With bread from heaven
With water smote from a rock
And with a challenge.
|The Lord gave them bread and water|
Bread from Heaven
And Living Water
To prove them
To test them,
If they would walk in His law or no.
Hungry and thirsty, He could save them.
|On Sundays when I enter|
into my refuge from Sin
I am hungry and thirsty,
Hungry and Thirsty—
like a wandering spirit
like a sheep without a Shepherd
like a child lost in the desert
|But I need to be hungry and thirsty|
I need to condition my heart
To hunger for forgiveness
To thirst for righteousness
As I receive bread from heaven,
As I drink living water,
Hungry and thirsty is the only way I will ever be saved.
(Both these poems are copyrighted by myself and by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. If you are going to use one let me know!)