A Poem

One of the women in Michelle's ward in Eagle River wrote the following poem after the passing of Gordon B. Hinckley, president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

Prophetic Passing

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