He thought his shoulders were strong and broad
til troubles came to call;
Like flurries, problems mounted up,
and made his strength feel small.
Rocked to his heels, and then his knees,
he bent beneath the load –
and found that in the broken place,
he found a higher road.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
This is interesting. I thought that in recent months I had built up more resilience and broader shoulders but my relatively small computer problem has shown me that I am not as strong as I thought. Even small things can still throw me. Now where’s that higher road? π
Ah, friend – I am there, too. I want this resilience and strength, and it only seems to come by wading through the toughest places in life. I’d love to be a lot more stoic than I am in a traffic jam, for example… *giggle* When I find this elusive higher road, shall I point it out as I sail by? π
Please do.
This poem has such a classic feel to it, Melody . .almost like a hymn or song. Thank you for writing like you do!
π Thanks Debbie!
This one’s for me, Melody. I love it! I usually learn the hard way – but I do learn. π There is an upside to hitting bottom and you’ve reminded us nicely of this.
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy! I have a feeling you and I would be the ones in the back row of life class, a little behind the 8-ball when the tests get passed around… π
quite humbling… beautiful !
Thanks so much! π
βγγγfound that in the broken place,
he found a higher road.β
— I like that!
Thanks, Yun Yi! π It gives us hope, doesn’t it?