Originally published 10-03-19
I wanted to publish a poem that related to General Conference, and I thought of this one, as told from someone who had heard Samuel the Lamanite. That was a very unpopular time to listen to the prophets. We have a thing or two to learn from that time.
Faith in a bright night
Every evening, I stay up
until the sun is gone
and the sky goes dark
again.
Every day, I see
fewer and fewer watching
with hope, and more crowds
mocking faith.
One sunset set apart
by the jeering mob to be the end
of those of us who still believe
in men of God.
One night, I witness
the blazing, sunless sky
when hope was burned into my chest
and faith confirmed.
One life, I’ll live
not always seeing through the night,
but knowing there will always rise
the Son.
