“Deliverance,” Ensign, July 1977, 58


    John 16:21

    “A woman in … travail

    [Bear down, they said]

    hath sorrow, because

    her hour is come.”

    I watched the clock

    and thought

    how glad I was for you.

    Someone wiped my face

    and placed a cone

    upon my nose.

    I shook it away.

    “Oh let him breathe

    [just give me strength]

    let him breathe his first breath

    clear as mine.”

    For a moment

    it was very black

    and pain pushed me down

    and you out

    of my night.

    “But as soon as she is delivered

    of the child, she remembereth

    no more the anguish,

    for joy.”

    And I would travel the night

    again for you.

    I would travel the night again

    for this moment of light.