The caravan of life
Relentlessly went on
And left the widowed wife
With the past to look upon
A nervous violist
Came along one day
A moment to cherish
for the Spirit helped her play
The strains of the bow sang true
Her fingers were elegant
It was a favorite tune
And to the widow, significant!
Messages of inspiration from President Thomas S. Monson
Oct 6, 2012 – Who can count the vast throngs of the lonely, the aged, the helpless — those who feel abandoned by the caravan of life as it moves relentlessly .
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