“Mature Love Eternal,” Ensign, Feb. 1971, 51
With each life-breath
Lenore gratefully dressed each minute,
weeding out the world.
For they had asked for
by merging faith and powers,
God granted her more earthly
time to love.
Merry tears flowed with her testimony,
igniting the souls who
came to care, and were comforted;
came to give, and were loved.
a rustic rocker on the porch,
an old flannel robe to shield from a wind,
and the Prophet’s words
were her most constant friends.
Time and the living
went hustling by
and their many burdens
only God shared.
she sensed her sojourn’s time was spent,
at the loneliness he would bear.
As she lay warming his faithful hand,
he felt her watch him
savor his meal,
frail arms couldn’t taste food from tubes—
so from sweet watermelon
she’d been longing for,
he strained a sip of juice
and gently wet her thirsting tongue
with this last taste of earth
as her thoughts turned peacefully
to her temple works
and her Arizona birth.