Waiting
    Footnotes

    “Waiting,” New Era, Sept. 1998, 21

    Waiting

    The November Ensign came today—

    One for me.

    But I couldn’t open it,

    Knowing what was there.

    How could I?

    Inside were the words

    I had felt.

    Inside was that Spirit

    Again.

    Inside was Conference—

    The best one so far—

    The living moments at whose close

    I had cried.

    So there it sat

    On the kitchen counter,

    Unlocked treasure

    Filling its pages,

    Its power

    Bursting

    From the seams,

    Glowing

    From beneath the cover.

    I couldn’t open it—

    That book in all its

    Energy,

    Glory.

    So it sat there,

    Waiting.