“In the Urgent Moment,” Ensign, June 1971, 120
In the Urgent Moment
Dear Lord—my life so frequently is teeming
with motion and commotion of a kind
that makes an hour of silence and reflection
almost impossible, sometimes, to find.
But yet I need thee in the urgent moment,
and cannot wait for quiet to implore—
so I must seek thee quickly out of chaos,
as often to adore thee as implore.
Receive the offering swiftly as it leaves me;
informal though it be, it’s fresh and free.
If I should wait until the solemn evening,
my orison would be stale bread to thee.