“To a Friend,” Ensign, June 1971, 86
Do you ever wonder, my
dear friend, where it began,
mind and thought? Were we as one
in time without an end, unborn
intelligence, and unbegot?
And have I walked beside you yet
before, eternally progressing
down the light? Together did
we stand on heaven’s shore
our questions at the listening night?
And when the summons
came for one
to go, and one a very little
time to wait, I think we must
have clung together, so, and vowed
our friendship at the mortal gate.
I heard you cry as I began the fall,
“Oh, promise to recall! recall! recall!”