June 24, 2009 I met a stranger in the night

[pam]

“The poet wrote:
I met a stranger in the night, whose lamp had ceased to shine;
I paused and let him light his lamp from mine.
A tempest sprang up later on, and shook the world about,
And when the wind was gone, my lamp was out.
But back came to me the stranger-his lamp was glowing fine;
He held the precious flame and lighted mine. [Author Unknown]

“Perhaps the moral of this poem is simply that if you want to give a light to others, you have to glow yourself.”

Thomas S. Monson, Ensign, May 1999, 54