Fragile

I feel so weak, in great pain and helpless,
my body looks so old and broken down;
and, at the same time, I almost feel ageless;
my memories my mind wants to drown.

I scarcely believe that’s my face in the mirror;
is it true that its actually one that I share?
And yet, thoughts deep within, and sincere,
tell me of a purpose, it’s destiny I wear.

I had never imagined I would become so fragile;
I had always thought that I’d be self-sufficient;
it seemed only yesterday that I’d been so agile;
what happened to cause such physical descent.

Then I remembered this was not really so new;
I had started this life as a helpless infant;
carried by my mother till I learned and grew;
it had seemed life had passed in an instant.

Why does God build us up, to tear us all down;
is that really part of his ultimate plan;
changing our smile to a permanent frown;
reclining comfortably on a heavenly divan?

None of it made any sense to me;
like Sampson, all my strength had retired;
all things useful to him; I could no longer be;
nothing remaining to make me admired.

Suddenly I realized; it wasn’t about me;
for, I had done everything he expected;
his final lesson; on a cross at Calvary;
I wasn’t really being rejected.

Fragile was merely life’s most essential season;
made in His image, we have every ability;
and so clearly I became aware of the reason;
the King of Kings had to teach us humility.

Monty 3/27/20