“Relay,” Ensign, July 2000, 35


    Accountable for you

    these eight fleeting years,

    I pass the baton

    to you, Son, reluctant

    to relinquish that charge,

    cherished though cumbersome

    and weighing heavily.

    No longer dependent

    on parents alone,

    you seek other counsel—

    a still, small voice,

    inner promptings,

    revelation by the Holy Ghost,

    celestial courier.

    My responsibility as both

    participant and spectator

    admits me to this race.

    I will embrace you at the finish

    as I did at the start.

    Run swiftly; endure to victory

    and my awaiting arms.