“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.