Who am I? Only my Heavenly Father knows.
For He created my spirit, and knew of my intelligence.
What am I? Again, He alone knows, now;
But He desires that I learn of myself. This requires eternity.
I could become a unique source
Of infinite responses to truth.
Why am i? A prism needed
Through which truth may shine
In numberless hues,
That beauty and joy may be embodied.
~Margaret B. Jorgensen
(This poem was sent to us by one of our readers who found it in an old Relief Society Magazine from the 1920’s. If you have an original poem or one by another Mormon woman that you would like to share, please email it to us and we would be thrilled to post it.)