A friend of mine had this Poem on her blog and it gave me chills when I read it, so I had to steal it and post it om mine (thanks Jessica)
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
Have faith and move forward - there's work to be done!
3 comments:
i thought about what it was like in heaven when he passed away. it was probably a happy happy day. and i love the last post with the cherios all over the floor. i love the little helpers.
Super sweet poem! One can only imagine what that reunion was like...I just hope someday mine is just as tender. I love that Brooklyn calls him Pres. Hinckel...so cute!
that poem is so sweet!
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