Intelligence the light of truth,
no start nor end to this story;
Element eternal in sooth,
in both dwells all the glory.
Preparing for a future junction,
growing parallel as He frames.
Matter formed with no function,
spirit organized without names.
Tabernacle of mother earth,
spirits formed in heav’n above.
Combined at last in mortal birth,
mind and temple linked in love.
Man is spirit, dust eternal;
Spirit, element, the soul of man.
Connected forever—life supernal,
receives His fulness is God’s plan.
Les Cookson
References
D&C 93:27-36,
Joseph Smith Jr., “The King Follett Sermon,”
Ensign, Apr 1971, 13–14,
D&C 88:15
I used AI to turn this poem into a song just for fun, and it turned out kind of cool.
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