“After We Spoke”
1. After We Spoke After we spoke, on the road to Canada, I remembered when we saw god in a cloud behind the east wall of Provo. That mountain god, visible but far. That god who will be best found in a grove of trees. The eager messenger forever Lifting a trumpet to Provo, on the temple where We all traveled, baffled, too long before sunrise, from the MTC. God visits sometimes from The cloud to say Hear Him who spun the mountain who framed the cloud who built the temple stone on stone who hired the angel and made […]
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