“Conversion,” Ensign, Oct. 1972, inside front cover
Conversion
The knowing
wasn’t in my mind
at first.
The thirst,
a yearning for the truth
and light,
seemed a birthright.
The need that stretched out
from my heart
and soul
had been with me
forever,
so it seemed.
My mind schemed
to find somewhere a
crystal understanding
to satisfy
the thirst.
Immersed
I was
in smooth and prettied
potions
and elegant elixirs
poured into
my being.
Yet I was parched,
my mind miraged
by words
of men.
And then
the quenching came.
My mind grown cautious
with considerings
perceived the gospel truths
to be too simple
for soothings.
Choosing
to look elsewhere
for a freshening,
my intellect would have had
me turn away
at the start.
But my heart
already had imbibed
exciting essence,
crystal clear.
And so I stayed and drank
and found
no dregs.
The quenching was complete
as earthlife
can allow.
And now
my mind knows too
that I
will never thirst
again.