The Sublime Roundabout

I know that emotional upheavals will come to us in our lives. One of my ancestors, Alexander Neibaur, left his home in England to come to Nauvoo, Illinois in 1841. There he met Joseph Smith and became close to the prophet before his death. His wife Ellen was pregnant as they were forcibly expelled from their home. Ellen's baby was born in Winter Quarters and did not survive. He writes in his journal that he wants his posterity (which includes many, and of whom I am but one) to remember that day. What he wants us to remember is not written, but I have some ideas: The bitterness of loss The pain that life brings The suffering that those of us who would be God's children must endure The constant struggle against grief and agony But above all, I would submit that the thing we must remember is that the last thing released from Pandora's box was hope. We have hope of a glorious resurrection. We have hope of an eternal family. We have hope that the little things we do now will

I look into her eyes Trembling Curious Yes, Even a little afraid Of what I might see Reflected At first all is dark But slowly Tenuously Like the breaking of a summer's dawn The light manifests itself To my heart Soon all is light Reaching Warming Filling Expanding It is a light that never ceases A light that brings peace Joy Comfort The light of a friend Companion Lover Mate One And I see myself As you see me It is inspiring Empowering Desirable Powerful I want to lose myself forever In the love That is your eyes

He reached into his pocket And found it full But he reached into his heart And found it empty He saw the pockets of others And they were empty So he took what he had And filled their pockets with hope He reached into his pocket But it was empty He reached into his heart And found it overflowing And he felt rich The richest of all