Well, I just finished this poem for my English class tomorrow and I got more spiritual that I had planned. I thought I might as well publish it here as it may make someone happy. It is about a trip to Temple Square (SLC). The Square On a cold, dark, December night, I gazed upon a glorious sight- In the middle of the Square the sight caused my sound soul to soar. What I saw was truly magic; lights of many hues were twinkling- I let my bright eyes grasp the colors; reds, whites, and blues galore! The brilliant scene pierced me to the core, warmth flowed from every pore. This helped me the cold ignore. While I was walking ‘round the Square I slipped and fell, my skin did tear. As I struggled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of bright pallor- There was a still, shining lake, my image captured on the surface- The surface, fragile as glass, only disturbed by the color. I saw the reflection of my past, warmth flowed from every pore. This helped me the pain ignore. While I was thinking of my past, I came upon what I had sought- A pure, peaceful, white structure dominated the large Square floor. Illuminated as if by angels, the white marble shown bright- Standing there, eyes glistening, trying every moment to savor The beautiful vista filled with joy, warmth flowed from every pore. This helped me my mistakes ignore.