The Silent Places

    “The Silent Places,” Ensign, June 1975, back cover

    The Silent Places

    The silent places, soft and soundless: at

    Pasture at dusk, cows grazing quietly;

    Boys walking barefoot, laughing, shouting, top

    A rise, are gone. The first ways we walk (puffs of

    Dust follow our feet, whiff away on the

    Wind, pass feeding cows unaware) become

    Secret groves where Josephs go, where birds rest

    And sing till Joseph comes, then rise and fly—

    And heaven’s silence breaks.

    The quiet places! A burbling brook

    Slipping swiftly into pond silence;

    Years sliding slowly through centuries’ swing.

    We worship, kneel to face the rising sun,


    The white-wisps rumble; the earth resounds—

    A final restful “Hush!”

    The world relaxes into

    Eternities’ arms.