As I was working on my altar lace last night, I remembered this poem. It’s such beautiful imagery. I’ve been thinking about the examples we have been given by those who came before us and left us this legacy of faith.
Sister Vilate C. Raile penned these words regarding the pioneers:
They cut desire into short lengths
And fed it to the hungry fires of tribulation.
Long after when the fires had died,
Molten gold gleamed in the ashes.
They gathered it in bruised palms
And handed it to their children
And their children’s children forever.
On my bathroom wall, I have quotes of all kinds taped. This is one of my favorites:
“May we do as much with the blessings we have been given as [our ancestors] did out of the deprivations so many of them faced. In such abundance may we never “forget the Lord.”” –Jeffrey R. Holland
Yesterday I watched Only a Stonecutter with my children. I love John Rowe Moyle for his work on the Salt Lake Temple. Lace, gold, stone– somehow, it’s all applicable.