The Journey

    “The Journey,” Ensign, July 2010, 9

    The Journey

    I would not think alone to leave

    this fertile valley. I know the harvest

    here, know the seasons. I love

    the springing blossoms and my goats and chicks.

    But I place my hand, with my husband’s

    in Thine, and together we board.

    By the light of Thy finger’s touch I serve

    from food prepared before this journey

    as we toss below, above the waves.

    At night I hear Thy beasts

    singing against the bow,

    yet I am unsoothed by their hymns.

    In stone’s light I kneel with my loves,

    these few treasures come with me

    toward the land my countrymen declare

    does not, cannot exist. And yet,

    we are driven,

    wind tossed, over the horizon, beyond,

    and there, pushed by furious storm—

    There is our promise! There, our spring!

    From my earthen jar I take

    next year’s harvest, confident

    I too will blossom

    where planted by God’s hand.

    Detail from Certain Women by Walter Rane, courtesy Museum of Church History and Art