Undone

A disappointment I have been,

I feel it in my bones --

a gap within the shoulder joint

taunts "Failure!" while soul groans. 

So much undone both left and right,

so much to overcome,

one side of body forced to rest, 

one side straining toward the sun.  

Threadbare

Bent low,

I feel my failures
mightily,

and their weight pulls me

down,

taunting me,

daring me

to get up --

get up!

Surprise --

I intend to 

rise

with strength spent long ago

and skills in which I am poor.

Threadbare,

I must go forth.

He cloaks the birds

in splendor -- 

surely He will fill these

empty hands

with something,

something I have not yet imagined,
animating mind and heart
to learn, to do --
and the strength will be all His.

I will go forth.