Carry On Young Prophets! March 25, 2018. I stood in a sea of students, teachers, allies, parents, aunts, uncles, grandmas, and grandpas on a chilly morning outside an elementary school and read signs and listened to calm and thoughtful instructions preceding our march. We marched from the school to the steps of the courthouse here in Wichita, a short walk, but an important one. I stood and listened to the students speak, the chants ringing out, Not One More! Then I said, Ah, God! The ancient prophets app.

A few days ago I was reliving my past for a brief moment. I realize I panic a lot.

Tuesday, April 03, 2018. Poem for Tuesday, NCAA, Captain America, Lambs. It was a picture I had after the war. To know the word English. But I knew the picture. The ruined city still seemed noble. The cathedral with its roof blown off. The church was the same. Birds flew in and out. All our desire for love or children. Is treated like rags by the enemy. I knew so much and sang anyway.