Poem for our Prophet

I received this poem in an email from a family member and thought it was perfect, so I'm posting it here. President Hinckley's funeral services yesterday were the closure I needed from his bittersweet passing. I think the overwhelming reaction of most who knew him in any way, Latter-day Saint or not, was first- saddness that he is gone from us for a time, and second- joy. Joy because he has rejoined those who have already passed and joy because of the legacy, teaching, and example he left us, and joy because we know the work will roll on and a new prophet will be called soon because we belong to a church lead by the Lord himself through Continued Revelation.

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 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