“Stones,” Ensign, Sept. 1993, 57
Stones worn smooth by timeless currents,
Nameless rocks in common streams,
Eroded grains of pebbled sameness
Weakly lit by shadowed gleams.
Time’s ethe stream to smooth our roughness,
Polish struggle, burnish pain,
Till ripple-washed, esteemed and glist’ning,
Sun-bright temple stones remain.