To an Earth-Released

    “To an Earth-Released,” Ensign, Feb. 1986, 31

    To an Earth-Released

    Mortality but softly brushed your cheek

    And lingered not; for scarcely there did rise

    The palest pink of life until your eyes

    Had closed again. Now sleep, my baby, sleep.

    In one brief love-kissed moment you did keep

    Your God-appointed destiny: to rise

    In mortal flesh. It matters not your size

    Is small. ‘Tis done. Now sleep, my baby, sleep.

    Mine is the task to struggle up through time,

    To sweat and bleed, to cry loud for surcease;

    To urge my mind, my soul, my flesh to climb

    The sunlit summit. Wait me there in peace.

    I … wisdom-wise, who thought to lead … am led

    By you, my child, moved now one step ahead!