The Call of Melchizedek

    “The Call of Melchizedek,” Ensign, Feb. 1975, 7

    The Call of Melchizedek

    “Yes, that is my full name.”

    The three gather around me

    In a focus of fire. As they settle

    Their hands on the matter

    Of ordination,

    I close my eyes and feel the

    Weight of holy hands reaching

    Down through millennia

    To touch me here and now.

    A vision clears behind my burning

    Eyes and I see the chosen hands

    Crowning the heads

    Of dispensations

    As my elders make me in their own image.

    They pronounce a whispered promise

    That expands the inner ears of my heart.

    My shoulders stand straight to take

    The new burden of the Priesthood and

    Daniel’s onward rushing dream

    Overtakes me in fulfillment, and I weep

    as I hear a distant voice

    So near declare me

    Its defender.