I walked along the path, holding onto the rail so tight. I did what I was taught. I walked and walked. The whole time believing and trusting the best was to come. Never straying from the path or letting go of the rail.
Many mists of darkness came upon me but I never faltered. I never let go. I pressed forward.
If life were a race for us to run
we have tools to guide us to victory:
Faith is believing there is a finish line
even though hidden from what we see.
Hope is trusting we will cross the finish line
even though we may be weary.
Charity is ensuring when we cross the line
we have plenty of company.
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