To Kevin: Newly a Missionary
    Footnotes

    “To Kevin: Newly a Missionary,” Ensign, Jan. 1976, 13

    To Kevin: Newly a Missionary

    You stand before the gates of paradox

    In quest for life. You dream deep autumn dreams

    Of white: Behold the field! If tares or rocks

    Be there they hide beneath the fruited gleams

    Of lives you seek. And yet to save your life

    You cannot know the life you seek—or yield—

    Can only know it lies beyond your reach,

    Beyond your self, but somewhere in the field.

    I stand behind your dreams and know the tares

    And rocks but also know the Rock. And know

    How few the lives you’ll find in losing yours,

    How much of you must go into the flow

    Of self that harvests precious heads of grain

    Including yours: Kneel, pray, and enter in.