Strength

I appreciate the strength of the ocean.
His waves are gentle and healing.

I adore the strength of the wind.
He lands on my cheeks softly
like a lover’s kiss.

I admire the strength of the sun.
He embraces me in total warmth and safety.

I exalt the strength of my God.
His strength is made perfect in my weakness.

I can’t, He can

I have learned not to look too far ahead.
Because tomorrow is an illusion
while today is a pandora yet to be opened.
I cannot afford to waste my breaths on
fearing the mountains ahead.
Because I must fix my gaze on the unseen force that moves the mountain.
I have realised how much strength I lack.
And yet for the last however long
I am still plowing ahead with strength that I never have.
So, let go and let God!
He alone can indeed carry me to the end.