1989
Blessing
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“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.