The Homefront

    “The Homefront,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 23

    The Homefront

    (For the families of the Bolivian missionaries)

    Martyrdom came earlier than morning frost

    Stinging cold

    On the faces of the gathered children

    Who wondered why

    The porchlight sliced the predawn hush

    It was still dark and the stake president

    Warmed his hands in his breath

    And shuffled a little

    From side to side

    Daybreak brought heat

    Thawed their numb fingers

    To let pain flow like innocent blood

    Then with afternoon came warmth

    Drawing long shadows on the old hills

    Where throwing stones are cut and

    Where still the prophets are born