I hope you don't mind that I recycle a comment I left on another blog.
I wrote this sonnet for Joe Siccardi's marvelous post Dear Lord, which appeared on his masterful blog Wisdom From A Father.
Out of the soul’s dark bloody night
where death-wind blows from ultima thule
I ask only strength of a righteous fight
that will carry my soul past the pool
of black despair, and swimming, part
Bunyan’s Slough of Despond; t’isn’t the muscle
of my limbs, nor the iron in my heart
nor manic energy focused in tussle
can drive me through the dark places
that try to crack my brittle soul
with their moans and demon-faces;
there’s only One who keeps me whole.
When I put on Christ, it’s His strength I borrow
that bids me rise, and meet tomorrow.
Music from Soundgarden, with Live To Rise.
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