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Advent: Moose in Moonlight

Among the death of foliage 
in skeleton trees 
he appears, moonlight gracing 
his rack—that upturned, 

Creek Skating

In the pasture behind the barn 
where workhorse colts frolic all summer long, 
the creek, once the broth of stones, freezes over, 
greens and blues of creek bed and cottonwood 
muted in meandering. 

Bridegroom

When Jesus took the church to bed, rocks rent, 
earth groaned, sky split, spilt watered wine. 
Trees shivered to their hearts to know the carpenter 
laid in the bed he’d made, stone of his stone. 

Jesus Christ

A star exploded, scattering its life 
So earth could gather from the dust and churn
A healthy wheel of seasons. Life will burn
And feed the soil so seeds will germinate.

Pioneer Day

“Tinesha, we found your relative’s headstone,” reads the email subject line. And then, a few days later: “Tinesha, your 4th great-grandmother was born in Finland.” From details of pioneer companies to the stories of my…

True Joy Cannot Be Found in the Garden

When Eve partook of the fruit, she envisioned a different kind of world than she knew in Eden—a world where she could learn, progress, and create. Unlike most Christians, Latter-day Saints believe that Eve knew…

Room for Me

I remember the very first time I saw a painting of a black person in a Latter-day Saint building. It was the painting titled “And Thou Didst Hear Me” by Elspeth Young, located in the…

Imagery and Identity

“Mami, you’re light brown. I’m dark brown. And Dada is dark brown,” my two-year-old daughter blurted out unexpectedly one night before her bedtime. “Yes mama, you’re right,” I responded as my mind raced. I could…

Listening for a Change

“Rèv mwen pou demen” Douvanjou n se rèv demen ki dwe plòtonnen nan konbit tèt ansanm Mizè ayè n va sèvi fèy papye listwa pou korije devwa demen Nawè n va sèvi plim ak lank pou kouche sou papye zègrè n…