Innocence
Poem
The faint flutter of heart
Believes the soul is,
And would I inform the mystery
Of its own understanding—
Or be the partaker.
If only the pastime were sure
And replenished in marvel,
For secrets are but the known
Enrobed in innocence.
About the Author
Naomi-Ruth Peterson
Naomi Ruth Peterson, a former student at Brigham Young University, now lives in Provo.