1989
    Blessing
    Footnotes
    Theme

    “Blessing,” Ensign, June 1989, 35

    Blessing

    I understand it now as

    I watch you walk

    ascend

    your pin-striped shoulders dark and

    broad,

    bundle of white in your arms.

    The circle encloses.

    Your larger hands love

    lift

    more than hold the sleeping child,

    the word-psalm still to summon.

    Father-son covenant,

    humble prayer reveals

    blessing

    a knowledge gained not from knowing,

    but from deepest listening.

    Lost in dark-suited prayer,

    tall father, tiny

    son

    I understand it clearly now.

    Our separate powers are one.