Strength in Weakness

cascade of white roses falling over fence

Her brother’s bed hasn’t been unmade
Since one day late last week;
His old guitar now sits unplayed
Against the wall oblique.
They pass around the lemonade,
But no one wants to speak.
Through troubled thoughts they try to wade;
The atmosphere is bleak.

It seems surreal to see him laid
In his dress blues crisp and sleek.
She walks right up to him unafraid
To kiss his stone-cold cheek.
Others come, their respects are paid,
Then about the room they sneak.
By his side for a while she stayed,
By the box-home made of teak.

This isn’t the answer for which she prayed;
For another she must seek.
She resolves to let her faith pervade,
Going on in a spirit meek.
She’ll not the will of God evade,
His ways she’ll not critique.
One truth has her thoughts all overlaid:
“I’m strong when you are weak.”

2 Corinthians 12:9  And He said unto me, “My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

Written in memory of Tom Worden, with loving thoughts to his dear wife Rene Padgett Worden and her parents, Gerry and Pauline Padgett, my friends


Copyright © 2018 Angela Umphers Rueger – All Rights Reserved

Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018



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