Sacrament Service

By Rinda H. Fullmer

Boys walk,

lanky in their white shirts,

heavy with responsibility,

proud hands too big for skinny arms.

Babies fuss,

squirming in the hot, still air,

heedless of uneasy mothers

and impatient fathers.

Fragments of song drift,

low and rumbly,

warm tones

from the other ward’s priesthood meeting.

In this familiar rustling

I feel peace.

A cooling breeze

and the scent of rain.

Photo by Lee V. Kochenderfer