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I heard the proclamation sound, A temple soon would rise; Reaching up from desert ground Toward warm Nevada skies. I ventured to the chosen site, 'Saw dust, machines, and men Assigned to build the vision bright, But where would they begin? The dirt and mud began to fly, They bored into the ground; They did not start by building high, They started digging down. They poured and packed and dug some more, 'Solidified the earth; And laying rock became the chore That marked the temple's birth. I thought how that's a common truth 'Tween temples on the rise, And men and women in their youth With glory in their eyes; Who've dug down deep beyond the sand To truths they've proven sure; Their dreams, like spires, soon will stand, Their foundation is secure.
Wes Stephenson

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