Two Sisters

Faith walks before me, 
Holding up her lamp
As I try not to stumble in the ink-dark hours before the dawn. 
Her light illuminates 
One step and then another. 
Beside me, Hope, arm linked with mine, encourages and steadies
Sometimes in the tedium, 
Distracted by the pain, 
My mind begins to wander, then my feet. I hesitate. 
Unsure, I look to Hope. 
Her hand takes mine. 
The touch reminds me of another hand held out to me, 
One pierced and scarred
Yet oh so tender
Lifting me and blessing me when I had fallen and despaired. 
Remembering, 
I move ahead
Buoyed up by Hope, who sees the end with perfect clarity. 


By: Larry Hiller

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Two Second Break in My Continued Absence

"Faith in something greater than ourselves enables us to do what we have said we'll do, to press forward when we are tired or hurt or afraid, to keep going when the challenge seems overwhelming and the course is entirely uncertain."

- Gordon B. Hinckley

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