Mature Love Eternal

    “Mature Love Eternal,” Ensign, Feb. 1971, 51

    Mature Love Eternal

    (For Brother and Sister Gentry)

    With each life-breath

    Lenore gratefully dressed each minute,

    interring rancor,

    weeding out the world.

    For they had asked for

    life itself,

    and mending

    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.

    One Saturday

    she sensed her sojourn’s time was spent,

    and sorrowed

    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.