For this week’s installment of Not My Poetry, here’s a beautiful one from Peaceful Journey, a thought well worth contemplating at this time in our history. Thank you, Yvonne, for the encouragement!
Frail, but Strong
She stood frail while others listened attentively.
Her wisdom was beyond her physical weakness.
Many sought her to understand the world’s mysteries.
Many sought her to tap into the cistern of her spirituality.
Her frailty was only a noticeably weakness to herself.
It was certainly not an outward sign of weakness in her moral character.
She lived a life dedicated to those impoverished.
She knew the secret,
love for all mankind make you rich.
Yes, she was frail, but strong