Unyielding

 

In shadowed glass I glimpse the fractured self,

The whispered curse of weakness, not my plight.

A will unbending, steeled against the dark,

Yet strength alone cannot unchain this night.

 

Direction lost, I wandered cold and blind,

A trembling soul in search of guiding flame.

To God’s embrace, my weary heart inclined,

His light revealed my faults without the shame.

 

In honest prayer, my flaws became my gold,

The bitter wine transformed by grace to sweet.

A strength misused now purposefully bold,

Each promise kept beneath my steady feet.

 

With guided will, I rise, no longer bound,

In faith and truth, my daily grace is found.