Electricity
By Austin Jepson
Sept 27, 2018
At the end of the day,
Darkness settles in.
Rustic cabins are dimly lit
By small flames.
Tales are told,
Meals are had,
Beds are made
And the people crawl in.
Power surges over lines,
And one by one,
The circuits connect.
TVs come on,
Sound systems blare,
People get ready
To go out on the town.
Workers start shifts,
Products are built,
Factories hum.
No lost time.
Houses across the land
Turn on switches
And in an instant,
The day continues on.
When did that become
Part of God’s design?
In the beginning, God created
The day and the night.
Maybe our bodies were built
For darkness
As much as light,
For rest,
As much as work,
For quiet,
As much as noise.
Maybe we need to just
Turn off the day.
Maybe we need to
Embrace more the night.
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Laraine Hoff says
September 27, 2018 at 9:37 pmThat was inspired. What a very special young man you are. Thank you…please keep writing!
Bonita Klingler says
September 30, 2018 at 7:42 amIt is most enjoyable to read your deep thoughts about life. We might all do better to slow down and reflect on your ideas. Thanks for sharing.
Janet Lee Wise says
December 14, 2018 at 10:57 pmDear Austin: I love electricity, and I love your poem about it. As a psychologist I can promise you (because I am guilty of it myself) that most of us get side-tracked from temporal and spiritual progression because of things that seem more “urgent” and are more “fun” to do. Do I hear in your voice some self-criticism? Believe that Heavenly Father knows you and loves you just the way you are. The son of our Bishop has autism. When I was the Music Director in our ward, he would wave his arms around–like me–and vocalize. I always loved it, because I knew he was truly worshiping the Lord with me. His dad didn’t like it though. He thought Sacrament Meeting should be more “reverent.” I guess some people don’t know what “worship” looks like. But his son reached out to me when I was released–reached out his hand to me and took mine as I walked down from the stand for the last time. That meant so much more to me that all the cards and “thank yous” I got from members who could talk and sing. You can share your light, without having to verbalize a thing. I am so glad I found your page.