“Prayers of a Mother in Fall: In Praise of the Gift Outright,” Ensign, Oct. 1983, 67
You remind me, my child—sometimes the best
is to take things as they are, unperplexed.
Not looking for an echo
behind the mountain.
Only hearing the drip of leaves
and the stream roaming
where just the birds breathe
in the fragrance of wet pines.
Delighting in His evident gifts to this world.
Whether the butterfly can hear grass parting with wind
or the trout rejoice in the smell of rain
or eternity be sorted now
is sometimes exciting to consider.
But fluttering and swimming are so clearly live.
And I am so wordlessly happy.
Reprinted from A Woman’s Place by Emma Lou Thayne, C. Nishan Grey, Inc., Salt Lake City, 1977. Used by permission.