Visiting the Sacred Grove

    “Visiting the Sacred Grove,” Ensign, Mar. 1998, 57

    Visiting the Sacred Grove

    Light sifts through leaves,

    a bevy of beatitudes

    screening elm and oak,

    cedar and maple with birdsong.

    In this slant of sun

    a white moth flutters,

    a squirrel scurries into shadow.

    Breezes talk remembrance of radiance,

    bright shards of light,

    marvelous and shining,

    the boy kneeling in prayer,

    when darkness took on shape

    and crept out of the grove.

    Alive to the Vision

    I walk out of the woodland

    to discover wild carrot

    veiling the fields,

    no question of whiteness,

    holiness, an essence rising

    luminous and shining

    like Gospel Light.