Gordon B.

When I heard the news of Gordon B. Hinckley's death, I was sad, because I loved that guy, but I'm really happy that he gets to be with his wife again. He worked so long and so hard for the church - I read his biography, and he's been traveling for the church for like 50 years of his life - and I'm glad that he gets to rest, even if it's just for a little while. This poem that my cousin sent me expresses my feelings exactly:

Prophetic Passing



I imagine he's running to Marjorie now,
Yes, running, not waving his cane.
I see him embracing his father and mother
While they keep repeating his name.
I see him now meeting his fore bearers,
Brother Brigham and Joseph are there.
Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service
That only such noble men share.
I see him embraced by the Savior
While Father says, "Good and well done.
So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome
My noble, most excellent son."
I then hear the ripples of laughter
As he says the reception's just fine,
But he hopes that he'll get an assignment or two
Since there's no need to waste any time.
I can hear his clear voice in the stillness
At the close of this sweet Sabbath day,
Have faith and move forward - there's work to be done.
President Hinckley would want it that way.

Anna M. Molgard
January 27, 2008