I imagine he's running to Marjorie now,
Yes, running, not waving his cane.
I see him embracing his father and mother
While they keep repeating his name.
I see him now meeting his forebears,
Brother Brigham and Joseph are there.
Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service
That only such noble men share.
I see him embraced by the Savior
While Father says, "Good and well done.
So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome
My noble, most excellent son."
I then hear the ripples of laughter
As he says the reception's just fine,
But he hopes that he'll get an assignment or two
Since there's no need to waste any time.
I can hear his clear voice in the stillness
At the close of this sweet Sabbath day,
Have faith and move forward - there's work to be done.
President Hinckley would want it that way.
Anna M. Molgard
January 27, 2008
Thanks for sending this poem to me KYR!
3 comments:
I just love that poem too! Great picture to Ash! It made me smile. Thanks.
Thanks for sharing that sweet poem. It's kind of hard to think that he's really gone. We had the amazing opportunity to hear him speak at our general stake conference for Southern California two weeks ago. Go'in strong till the end.
How sweet. Reading that gave me the best feeling all over again!
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