“And Beginning,” Ensign, Feb. 1985, 21
And Beginning
We played on the hill,
Fought our battles as if it were the world,
And it meant the world to us
To win and never be wrong.
But since then I’ve embraced
Failure’s cold depression.
I’ve felt the biting frost of fear.
It paralyzed me—for a while.
Now, I know that there is more
Than games and winning.
It starts with erasing
And beginning.