Walking with Two Sisters
by Larry Hiller
Faith walks before me, holding 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 by Hope, who sees the end with perfect clarity.
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