Miles of trials
and sorrow smiles
sink deep the feet
in silence speak
of eagle wing and sing
with fear-sliced heart
and trace the scar
of sacrifice
and blood-stained sheet
where hidden knife
carves hurting flesh
kneel trembling
to weep for her
and rise again
to face what may
its breadth and length
with weakness swallowed
by His strength.
“Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.” Isaiah 12:2 (NIV)
“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
NOTE: This post is part of the One Word Blog Carnival on STRENGTH. For other thoughts, visit One Word at a Time.
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
Lovely poem, Sandra. The verses are great as well. Thanks for this!
I love the image of being "swallowed by his strength."
Powerful! Thank you!
Beautiful. I too, love the "swallowed by his strength" phrase that gives me a comforting visual.
Oh, that is powerful. The "miles of trials"…
and this, too:
"in silence speak
of eagle wing and sing
with fear-sliced heart"
Beautiful. Poetry is not my thing, but I really enjoyed this.
Thank you for sharing the poem and verses.
Each time I read through the poem, something new jumps out at me…
Very powerful.
Dang, Sandy. Ditto what Frank said.
well done.
it truly is His strength.
This is great. Deep subject but felt like a cool breeze (if that makes any sense). Thanks Sandra.
I'd like to absorb that one for awhile … the full strength of all He's done.
This has a nice rhythm and rhyme. There's a lot of hurting in the imagery and then, as you say, His strength.
Swallowed by his strength.
amazing words and poem.
Amazing strength.
Thanks so much, everyone! I appreciate your comments more than you know.
I'm being very un-original here, but that "weakness swallowed by strength" really resonated with me too.
Vivid and powerful! Thanks for sharing.
Nice poetry.We face trials all along in this journey called life.
I love the idea of a sorrow smile. It's my kind of thing.
Talk about creating a thought-filled poem! I've read it and read it and read it again and see something differently each time.
Ya'll are so encouraging. Thanks!