“A Thought Struck Me,” Ensign, May 1971, 44
When comet fragments, meteorites, of thought,
On their way from somewhere to somewhere,
Orbit my mind, striking a denser atmosphere
Of awareness, I may either stand in awe
Or bask in the warm momentary glow.
The ever-continuing creative process
Makes me feel very small and humble,
Yet grateful for having been present,
With a mind to be orbited
By comet fragments, meteorites of thought,
On their way from somewhere to somewhere.