“And They Shall Love You,” Ensign, Feb. 1982, 5
Twice into the bowels of the font,
Broadly smiling, strong,
He bows me back
(I bend my knees),
Immersing me for Margaret and Johanna.
His beaming smile spreads:
“Did you feel them?”
“Maybe someday,” I apologize.
“They were here,”
His eyes are so alive.
“I suppose you often feel that way,
“Oh, no. Not often. Sometimes when the Spirit testifies.”
I bless his glowing face.
“Today your aunts were here.”
Defined there in the water’s warm embrace,
I radiate his smile. I mount and rise.