By Cherie Taylor Pedersen
From the editor: This piece contains poetry and journal excerpts from the author’s ancestors. The spelling and punctuation have been left in their original forms for authenticity. ’Neath persecutions road we smartFor pilgrims pathway roamFrom loving wives and children partAnd leave our much-loved home.’Tis true we neither drink nor swearNor enemies dispelTreat others kindly everywhereAnd …
By Linda Hoffman Kimball
1st Place The first-place winner of the 2024 Segullah Visual Arts Competition is Diantha Smith Hopkins of Rexburg, Idaho. Her mixed media piece entitled “Priesthood” astounded our judges with its potent ineffable grace and its complete lack of woman- or man-splaining. With its subdued color palette, its layers of coated and textured papers (often scripture …
By Marianne Hales
1.This churning river-lake eatsthe bridge and the road and the houseand the subdivision and the townand the pink scooter with a hand-drawnface that comes to the name of Scooty. Your mountain of a roof becomesa mole hill and you instinctively braceyourself as a refrigerator lolls byand then a branch and then a quiet dog.The water …
By Sherilyn Stevenson
What a contest! What a comeback. We have missed reading and judging the contest entries and eagerly anticipated quality (and quantity) submissions. Readers, you will see how we were not disappointed. The fiction contest-winning authors certainly embody what former General Young Women’s President, Bonnie L. Oscarson once said, “Sometimes we just need to have a …
By Samantha Hastings
I woke up without Ma’s familiar warmth by my side, nor her saw-like snore filling my ears. Blinking, I realized that the sun had somehow risen. I sat up, sore all over from sleeping in the wagon with what was left of our earthly possessions: a butter churn, a pan, a Book of Mormon, and …
By Lara Niedermeyer
The welcome weight of prophetic songsreaches us even in the badlands. Here,insubstantial soil, depleted of regolith,leaves us only stone to dig through withour bare hands. My knuckles bleed the dry earth dampuntil the low tune of reconciliation driftssmoke-like through the hoodoos, andfinds us. Dissonance resolves—the waya coming rain purrs on arid land. Its promises dip …
By Shari Crall
Since the 1990s, after therapy and feeling the ransoming love of the Savior, I have had a large print of Minerva Teichert’s “Christ in a Red Robe” hung in my home where I could see it daily. I added a brass plate that read, “I have graven thee on the palm of my hands.” Last …
By Linda Hoffman Kimball
Dear Segullah Sisters and friends – Our organization is in a period of sparkling innovation and transition. We will continue to feature our monthly posts from our talented writers to inspire and inform you. Other avenues to stimulate our/your spirituality and creativity are developing and evolving even as I write this. The hallmarks of Segullah …
By Karen Austin
I have been unwilling to listen to audiobooks or podcast despite their rising popularity because my listening comprehension rate is much lower than my reading comprehension rate. Until recently. I teach online, and I look at screens a lot because we do not have a television for news and the occasional television show or movie. …
By Karen Austin
John’s gospel bears testimony of the divinity of Jesus the Christ. The manner of his writing shows Greek influences in the use of concepts and principles. John’s writing also makes ample use of metaphors. In the gospel of John, Jesus declares to His followers that He (Jesus) is the Living Water, the Bread of Life, …