"The literal 'bar' of this poem is the kind of submerged sandbar that frequently stretches across the mouth of a river or entrance to a harbor. A ship 'crosses the bar' when it puts out to sea."
Crossing The Bar
By Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face-to-face
When I have cross'd the bar.
We love you all. Anxious to see the hand of the Lord move swiftly now to establish the new First Presidency. We felt obviously drawn to President Monson. We loved hearing President Packer's subtle comments about preparing the church to sustaining President Monson.
How greatful we are that we have a prophet on the earth, and God has not left us comfortless.