Fragile ...

2 Corinthians 12:9 

And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

 

Fragile

 

How much can I stand when discomfort hits my frame

and when pain strikes like lightning?

How fragile we are when ... sickness calls our name

and there is no strength for fighting?

 

Life is called a vapor … courage a mighty tower.

Medicine a gift of God ... Who understands our frailty

When death knocks at our door ... and I a wilted flower

that recently somewhere forgot ... to prepare for destiny.

 

A dream is not reality … at least that’s what I’ve been told.

It may be a vision at times … showing some things to come.

Am I a fatality … that was somewhere oversold

because the outside appeared fine … but inside was half-done?

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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