God bless my wrestling.
Clear vision to see my opponent.
Sure hands to grip the foe.
The strength to face the attack
and fend off the lethal blow.
The forbearance to stand up
under landed punches.
And when I find myself pressed to the mat,
the will to fight on, to regain my feet,
to keep on facing with steadfast heart,
the challenge of my thoughts.
poetreehugger, I don't often comment because your poetry is so very personal, but please know that I read every post and am with you in this hard journey through your grief. Thank you so much for your kind comment on my blog anniversary. You've been blogging for so much longer than I.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Perpetua. I find it interesting how, through the wonder of technology, we can meet, converse with, and even pray with, strangers that become something more, by that process. I think I have come to consider some of these as friends.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your support, friend.