“Idaho Falls Temple,” Ensign, Jan. 1977, 53
Idaho Falls Temple
On that sand bluff against the Snake,
they told me, the temple will be built.
On my hill? I asked, where rough-shod
or barefoot I liked so much to play:
coasting my sled in winter
or watching the brown-backed swallows
burrow holes in May to hide their nests.
How little we suspect as children
just who or where the hallowed are.
How long the desert bush waited to burn
while indifferent shepherds grazed their flocks,
unsuspecting, on Sinai’s calm slopes.