“Listening,” Ensign, Feb. 1979, 19


When I talk with you

and listen full strength

I feel the rip, the

strain of warmth going

out, an inner voice

shouting the love I

feel for you;

and then I rest,

drained, to feel

the even pain

of giving self:

How Jesus

knew the virtue

left, with

touch of hem,

I long to feel again.