The Things of My Soul

There is a place of solitude - a sacred center in the center of our soul.  Therein is a scroll upon which the Holy Spirit and often ourselves figuratively write things of eternal importance.  It is there that we go when considering the things of our soul.  From this sacred wellspring comes inspiration and light to guide our way, and fire to kindle a flame in our darker moments.  

From this sacred center comes the music that causes our soul to sing praises to God and the Lamb.  From this sacred center, prophets, moved by the Holy Spirit, have received revelation regarding the truths we find in scripture.   As we study God’s word, their power and majesty is imprinted upon our souls, both the pleasant and the painful are recorded there for our profit and learning. 

This week’s meditative verse from the Book of Mormon reflects upon the things of our soul.

The Things of My Soul

And upon these I write the things of my soul, and many of the scriptures which are engraven upon the plates of brass. For my soul delighteth in the scriptures, and my heart pondereth them, and writeth them for the learning and the profit of my children. Behold, my soul delighteth in the things of the Lord; and my heart pondereth continually upon the things which I have seen and heard.

Book of Mormon, 2 Nephi 4:15-16

Upon the plates of brass

He wrote the things of his soul

Stories and doctrines to pass

To generations yet untold

Things for hearts discerning 

 In which we take delight

Recorded for profit and learning

Giving our soul its light

Upon life’s scroll I also write

The things of my soul

Things true and light and bright

Things dark and bitter and cold

The pages of past days are complete

They list deeds both good and bad

My future scroll is a blank sheet

With words and deeds to add

There’s many a thing to write

Before the scroll is ended

 Love, and hope, and faith to cite

And how with life I contended

As I write the things of my soul

May they bring solace for those who read

That truth and wisdom may unfold

As I share my faith and creed

Larry Doyle Crenshaw