The Prophet at Conference

By Leah S. Neilson

He stood,

In the newness of his call

And yet serene.

And spoke to us of God—

His witness brimming to his eyes

(A startling hue but oh, so kind).

And we,

Straining to know him,

Searched his words.

Gratitude—

That is the key!

His being is so filled.

And I,

In humble corner where I serve,

Felt that he appreciated me.