“Temples,” New Era, Mar. 1997, 51
Special Issue:
The Temple—the Place for You
Temples
The stones and lines
Are almost harshly perpendicular in daylight.
But nights, a gently indefinite glow
Blurs and bends and molds them.
This temple is like the soul behind Grandmother’s trembling hands—
Gentle, and so strong—
Whose parents built this holy place.
The tender light
Rests gently on white stone
Against the black night sky
Like a halo.