Portrait of Mosiah 18

By Nani Lii S. Furse

Another morning moved upon the

waters, lifting a veil of silver

flame while many awakened and

heard Alma’s words, gathered to that

place of quiet-spreading trees;

They believed when he taught—perhaps in

rooms kept to candlelight;

now on this shore turned

afternoon, he voices their

desire, witnessed through breathless

burial breaking over to sky,

sun, a Redeemer’s grace.

And they come filled, called after

His name—this being

done before evening passed the

wilderness beyond small stars.