Sloping, arched, and pure,

the spires gently rising—

outstretched—

like arms lifted upward,

forever reaching into the boundless heavens.

I find beauty here and peace—

a sense of both the grace of Eden

and the terrible wonder of Gethsemane.

I love the certainty, the truth,

the spirit—

that unique and separate quietness

soft as the parting

of a thin and threadbare veil.

I love seeing couples on these grounds,

newlyweds and elderly alike,

black suits crisp,

dresses brilliant,

faces radiant as hands join together

in a circular eternal bond.

I will be married here,

someday. …

I dream of starting on this foundation,

a base as firm and solid as

stainless temple granite.

I want the feeling, more than anything—

the knowledge, the joy,

the love,

and the calm assurance

of forever.