The Hearts of the Fathers

We hope you’re still working on your entries for the 2016 Mormon Lit Blitz. For more inspiration, you may be interested in another story from the archives of Everyday Mormon Writer.

“The Hearts of the Fathers” by Jeanine Bee was a finalist in the 2012 Mormon Lit Blitz contest. It was originally published online at Everyday Mormon Writer.

Art by Melissa Clark
“Father and Daughter,” Art by Melissa Clark

My dad thinks he only taught me one thing growing up. Every chance he got he would remind us, “Kids, never fight a monkey.” I’m not sure what internet video or TV special he saw about fighting monkeys that prompted him to make this his motto, but it is something I’ll always remember. Once, our home teacher shared with us a moment he had when he reminded his daughter of one of those oft repeated Mormon adages. Something like “The spirit goes to bed at 10:00,” or “Modest is Hottest.” His daughter had heeded his sage advice and, of course, avoided something major, like an explosion at a nearby gas station or a freak tornado. After that story my dad said, “I wish I had taught my children something worthwhile like that.” My brother and I piped in, “Dad! You did teach us something important! Remember? ‘Never fight a monkey!'” My dad looked a little embarrassed at our praise.

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Another Testament

“Another Testament” by Emily Harris Adams was originally published online at Everyday Mormon Writer.

Art by Nick Stephens, "The Same Yesterday, Today, and Forever"
Art by Nick Stephens, “The Same Yesterday, Today, and Forever”

They say salvation is recorded in your hands,
Pressed deep into your palms and wrists:
Engraved, torn, drilled,


Of course,
Born so far away from Israel,
So long past the time of your birth,
I can’t imagine where your hands would be now.
All my life I have searched for a witness as permanent,
As undying as your engraved hands.

Pressed deep into something enduring,
As solid and immortal as your elusive wrists.
Torn into something that doesn’t perish like paper,
As eternal as the saving grace you promised.
Drilled into granite or gold,
As priceless as the sacrifice of a God.


In some record; no matter where hidden,
No matter where found.

About the Author: Emily Harris Adams loves playing with words. Sometimes her word games form poems such as “Empty Linen” published in The New Era, quoted in April 2011 Conference and “Second Coming” the fifth place winner of the Mormon Lit Blitz. Emily’s husband, Trent, is her best friend and most devoted editor. You can visit her at*

*Author information as of the publication of this story.