1986
No Other Way
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“No Other Way,” Ensign, June 1986, 7

No Other Way

Surely this heavy grief I cannot bear,

And yet it will not lift its weight from me,

Nor can I now reach back to summers where

The days hang warm and ripe in memory.

If by my will I could just sink and die,

I would—sunless future chills me so!

My small faith quavers, crying to deny

The very God I prayed, childlike, to know!

But death has not been given me to choose,

And there is no backward path to Eden’s gate,

And standing numb—or railing—is no use,

No matter how unbearable the weight.

Like Abraham, like Job, like The One Light,

To find the dawn I must walk through this night.