Idaho Falls Temple

On that sand bluff against the Snake,

they told me, the temple will be built.

On my hill? I asked, where rough-shod

or barefoot I liked so much to play:

coasting my sled in winter

or watching the brown-backed swallows

burrow holes in May to hide their nests.

How little we suspect as children

just who or where the hallowed are.

How long the desert bush waited to burn

while indifferent shepherds grazed their flocks,

unsuspecting, on Sinai’s calm slopes.