One Holy Moment
    Footnotes

    “One Holy Moment,” Ensign, July 2015, 73

    One Holy Moment

    The author lives in Utah, USA; photograph of Rexburg Idaho Temple by Dallin John Snell

    poem

    Born in different centuries,

    You and I, an ocean apart,

    And half a continent.

    Never would our lives touch

    But for this holy moment

    In a temple of our God.

    I would meet you if I could.

    Who were you, friend?

    Father, farmer, tutor, craftsman?

    Did you buy, or sell, or plow?

    Was there family by your fire,

    And love to ease your passage?

    Did you know joy in your years?

    I hope you know it now,

    As our lives touch

    In this sacred moment,

    My one brief chance to serve.

    Would that I could reach a hand

    Across two hundred years,

    Or put an arm across a shoulder

    To tell you what I feel:

    “Welcome, brother—welcome here.”