The Gift

    “The Gift,” Ensign, Jan. 1979, 60

    The Gift

    Strange. …

    Somehow tonight I know

    You need me more

    Than you have ever needed

    Anyone before.

    No one told me—

    You didn’t say—

    And there are miles and time and space

    That separate our way.

    And yet I know

    As I have always known.

    We’ve never needed words,

    Not you and I,

    To touch-communicate.

    A look, a thought, a prayer,

    And I was always there

    When you needed me.

    Long ago …

    Before the world was,

    In another sphere of time and space,

    Perhaps we were inseparable,

    You and I … before our birth. …

    Perhaps there was

    Some difficulty deciding

    Who should come first,

    Who be the daughter

    And who the mother,

    Here on earth.

    But of the two …

    You were held back to come forth

    At a later time and day

    To bless my life with trust

    And gentle joy

    And bring my way

    A oneness such

    Few will ever know.