Gordon B. HInckley

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 forebears,
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 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

I recieved this poem through e-mail and thought it was just wonderful. I'm not good at all at saying what I feel and I fell in love with this poem the moment I read it. So I thought it was a great way to show my love and gratitude for President Hinckley. His words helped me through my teenage years and as I became a wife and now a mother. And I know his words will continue to influence my life until the day I die.