In Provo’s embrace, where memories weave,
Stood a temple cherished, a heart that believed.
With nicknames endearing, “spaceship” and “cupcake,”
It cradled our hopes, a sacred landmark, awake.
Yet with time’s gentle hand, change must unfold,
As the old gives way to new stories untold.
The Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple now rises,
A vision reborn, under watchful skies and sunrises.
Its foundation holds strong, a spire reaching high,
Restoring the landmark that once graced the sky.
Windows take shape on the east and the south,
While sidewalks are laid, bringing life to this mouth.
Though some mourn the loss of the temple’s old grace,
Each corner transformed holds a sacred place.
Yes, disappointment lingers, an ache in the heart—
For every beloved memory, there’s sorrow to part.
A petition once stirred, voices united,
To preserve what we loved, a community ignited.
But like the seasons turning, change we must embrace,
For life teaches growth in its ever-flowing space.
The new temple will flourish, with each passing year,
A beacon of faith, drawing souls ever near.
Through trials and heartache, through joy and its call,
This sacred space beckons, a refuge for all.
As we look to the future, we carry what’s past,
In love and in reverence, our spirit holds fast.
For in every new structure, the light of hope gleams,
As the essence of faith builds our lifelong dreams.