In Your Name

I have been immersed in helping my Mame out with her genealogy lately and it is easy to forget the importance of what you are doing as you are going through the motions. But every once in a while you are reminded. As I was flipping through the February ensign today I came across a poem by Sharon Price Anderson that read:

Descending

below all things,

bleeding sorrow

from every pore,

He was fully

bathed in grief

that we might be

cleansed,

rescued from

death and hell.

I descend marble

temple steps, enter

baptismal waters.

Completely immersed,

bearing His name

and yours,

I hold my breath,

emerging, rising.

May you inherit

everlasting life;

together may we

dwell in heaven.