In Provo’s embrace, a landmark once stood,
A symbol of faith, a testament of good.
The “cupcake,” the “spaceship,” adorned the sky,
Carrying memories, as the years drifted by.
Yet, with time’s gentle push, change beckoned anew,
A new name, a new vision, began to break through.
The Provo Utah Rock Canyon Temple now rises,
Its foundation laid strong, a future it prizes.
With spires reaching skyward, reclaiming the view,
The walls whisper stories both old and so new.
Windows are installed, letting light gently spill,
As sheathing takes form on the framing with skill.
The echoes of loss linger still in the air,
For the old temple’s charm held a beauty so rare.
Though some mourn the change, feeling tugs at the heart,
Hope for the new temple, a fresh work of art.
A petition was gathered, voices united in plea,
To preserve what they loved, what was cherished, you see.
Yet, in the journey of faith, the path must renew,
For growth is a promise, and life’s tapestry, too.
As the years stretch ahead, the temple will stand,
A sanctuary of faith built on love’s sacred land.
Though memories may fade like the dusk into dawn,
New generations will gather, and together move on.
In every brick laid and each prayer softly spoken,
A legacy formed, though the past may feel broken.
With reverence we watch as this new chapter starts,
For the essence of faith lives eternally in hearts.