“Relay,” Ensign, July 2000, 35
Relay
Accountable for you
these eight fleeting years,
I pass the baton
to you, Son, reluctant
to relinquish that charge,
cherished though cumbersome
and weighing heavily.
No longer dependent
on parents alone,
you seek other counsel—
a still, small voice,
inner promptings,
revelation by the Holy Ghost,
celestial courier.
My responsibility as both
participant and spectator
admits me to this race.
I will embrace you at the finish
as I did at the start.
Run swiftly; endure to victory
and my awaiting arms.