Dressed in White

    “Dressed in White,” Ensign, Dec. 1986, 7

    Dressed in White

    Life is filled with distractions.

    Pivot points.


    Periodic impasses.

    I try to leave my troubled thoughts by walking.

    But even the twilight air,

    Cold and crisp,

    Cannot resolve the war of words

    Within my mind.

    There is a padded softness

    In the crunching snow.

    Muffled sounds.

    Mingled thoughts.

    Muted tones.

    Massive tree trunks—I follow them upward

    Trying to express a wordless prayer,

    And through a network of numberless branches

    I see a puzzled sky.

    I wonder.

    I wait.

    Silently I turn

    And follow the meandering trail of solitary footsteps

    Across the deepening snow.

    The earth seems simple

    Dressed in white.

    Serene and grandly dignified—reminding me

    Of sacred ties.

    And templed thoughts trickle through my mind

    Thawing for a moment

    My icy indifference.

    The world is simple dressed in white.

    The snow becomes a blanket of warmth.

    And wrapped in it

    I head for home.

    “Lone Peak,” by Al Rounds