“At the Garden Tomb, John 1:5,” Ensign, Mar. 1986, 67
As a small sun arising out of turn
Shines that great star in slow-wheeling night,
Rousing sheep and shepherds to angel hosannas
For cave-born Babe in a slumbering hill-town.
By the second hour the morning mists are burning,
And glinting off the Galilee dazzle the stony hillsides
Where the Words of light are flowing, flowing,
And only the sightless are seeing.
And here in an hour before the dawning comes
The rising of that Son in soul-burst dark-drenching wakening,
Day-breaking gathering of star and sun and Word,
All Light coming full in a great and shining circle.