“Watching My Father Pass the Sacrament Because There Weren’t Enough Deacons,” New Era, Aug. 1997, 24
Watching My Father Pass the Sacrament Because There Weren’t Enough Deacons
His hands
are not soft.
His face
is not clean
or clean shaven.
His hair sticks to his forehead
for the spring is still wet and mewling.
He does not look strong
as he gives me the bread.
He is not powerful
passing the water.
But his eyes
His eyes
have seen a private suffering
when the spring was still wet and
mewling
And I can rely on no better strength
than that.
Illustrated by Kim Mickelson
Photo by Rachel Gray
Photo by Elizabeth McPhie