Waiting for Canaan

Pioneer wagons travel down snowy trail

by Bobby Aldridge




Ants building sand hills

Making bricks without straw

Follow well used paths


From the cattle in Goshen

To the veil in Sinai


Destroying Angel

Leave my child in my arms

Lead balls through barn boards


Can the mill be safe refuge,

Our lamb’s blood on the woodwork?


Our exodus lit

Crossing the frozen river

As the temple burns


Our homes buried in the land

So many temples leveled


Frozen or parted

We cross only to wander

And gather manna


Leaving Prairie Saints

And fair-weather friends behind


Taking counsel here

In the veiled mountain tops

Holy of Holies


A basket in bulrushes

A Conestoga wagon


A generation

Has passed in the wilderness

Jordan’s river parts


Locusts sleep beneath the earth

Shed their shells and spread their wings


Carry twelve round stones

Stack them here upon the shore

En memoriam


Fallen brethren and tables

From amid our affliction


Home is the sailor

Home from the sea … the hunter

Left along the way


See the honey bee building

A hive in a hollow tree


Christopher D. Cunningham is the managing editor for Public Square Magazine and contributor to Third Hour. He loves emphatically celebrating the normal healthy development of his sons Albus and Whitman, writing about the Church of Jesus Christ, finding the middle ground on most controversies, and using Western Family generic brand lip balm. Christopher is a proud graduate of Brigham Young University-Idaho, and a resident of San Antonio, Texas.