I love the St. George temple, it means a lot to me, as it does to my brother. The temple has long been a stopping place for us on our travels and it especially came to mean a lot to me one year after traveling back to California to visit friends.
We were very tired so we stopped for a few hours in St. George and just walked the temple grounds and talked about things. We went on their tour (my 4th time on the tour).
I’m so grateful for temples, for the hard work and sacrifice that went into building this temple. Some of our ancestry was involved in the construction of this temple. Walking through the temple, I could not help but feel that it was a personal and wonderful place. I wrote a poem about some of the thoughts and musings that came to me afterwords.
The Other Side (Of This Room)
We live in world companioned with an unseen parallel,
silent copy, hopeful twin
invisible in every other place
but this room.
I watched them discover, they could see
the other side of this room
by looking forwards and backwards
into mirrors, frames
painting ahead and behind them, and opening infinity all around them.
They stood, suddenly seeing.
One waved to the future
and the past replied with a similar gesture,
and smiles transformed the generations.
The coin was turned,
not thumbed into random motion,
but keyed
into this position.
Heaven and earth touched each other.
One finger reached up, the other down
and contact was made—
in this place.
And it became celestial,
and so did they,






