Karl C. Sandberg

Take My Hand

The shadows on the hills of afternoon 
Overflow the canyons and the cliffs. 
The sun is low, now gone. 
The labor now is done 
And gone the care. 

Shadow

No more constant lover in the spring was there.
I see thee when the blossoms break 
the bounds of loveliness, 
when streamlets sing. 

Scripture Lesson

There was a time 
When the measure of the earth 
Was lions. 
And the earth was full of lions, 

Theology for a New Age | John A. T. Robinson, Honest to God

The Church of England, the heir of a nineteen hundred year Christian tradition, has fallen upon evil days. At least such is the assessment of The Reverend Nicholas Stacey, Rector of Woolwich, in a recent…

Silence

The sun is four hours high. The air is starting
            to stir from the south, heavy and dry with sun. 

Sabbath

No, nothing will do just now 
            but to sit beneath a mesquite tree 
            in a dry creek bed and look long at cactus. 
            The saguaro does not sway or bend or mark the breeze.
            It has no use. It simply is. 
            I can look at it until time is lost 
            and it will not move. 

The Rabbit Drive

They were of the old people, two sisters 
With their measured tones and gunny sack 
Of nickels, dimes, and quarters 
To take out and polish when they met, 

Telling the Tales and Telling the Truth: Writing the History of Widtsoe

Thinking About the Word of God in the Twenty-First Century

For those imbued with Mormonism, the most appropriate figure for talking about the word of God in the twenty-first century is Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and endings, presider over doors and gateways, and…

The Soon-to-hibernate Bear Addresses His Public

Slow way down. 
Get off the freeway. 
Park the car. 
Stop racing the engine. 

Jacob and the Angel: Modern Readers and the Old Testament

If we simply open our eyes and look about us, it would seem that Amos got it wrong. In societies insulated by affluence, where life runs in routine and moves by diversion, it is visible that the word of God is something most people get along very well without. But in the lives of individuals and societies, tragedies befall, the comforts of routine and the anodyne of affluence cease to satisfy, and people are at length obliged to look for what supports life at its foundations. 

Knowing Brother Joseph Again: The Book of Abraham, and Joseph Smith as Translator

Dialogue 22.4 (Winter 1989): 17 – 38
“The problem took another turn when Joseph Smith’s papyri, which had been missing and presumed lost for eighty to ninety years, resurfaced in 1967 and were examined and translated by Egyptologists. One fragment of papyrus was identified as the ostensible source of the Book of Abraham, but it bore no relationship to the Book of Abraham either in content or subject matter.”