weakness

I was looking through my journal and came across this poem that my brother had sent me a while back. I'm not sure who the author is. For some reason it really struck me again as I was reading it. I feel like I am supposed to post it to the blog, that maybe there is someone else who needs to hear this right now too.



“We like to put up a brave front,
To make a show of strength.
We wear ourselves out to be strong
To be capable,
To be helpful,
To do everything
For other people,
And we may end up
Frightening them half to death
With our efficiency.

Then sometimes it comes by accident,
The crack in the armor...
The shared moment of fear
Or pain,
The moment when we stretch out a hand and say
I too bleed,
I too cry—

And in relating from weakness
We may reach
What we never could have touched
With our strength.”


“...for my strength is made perfect in weakness.”