…has the day of miracles ceased?

A time of war between
two sides, both fallen;
a time when a man
might go alone
and despair less for it,
bid mockery farewell
and behold

a book which sends
a loving hand
through promised winds
and slaps

Mormon words
upon us—
exceedingly Mormon—
from lone Moroni
preserving exceedingly,
or Nephi reborn
exceedingly restoring

Or have angels ceased…?

Poet’s Notes:

The italicized phrases in the above poem are taken from Moroni 7:35-36 in the Book of Mormon.

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