Walking with Two Sisters

I met with Bishop Campbell tonight. I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to talk about... I had a lot of things swimming in my head. I was thinking about rights, responsibilities and obligations of a spouse. I was feeling sad, angry, and lost.

Bishop Campbell started with reading a poem to me:

Walking with Two Sisters
By Larry Hiller

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.

After he read it, he said this poem described my life. He was right.