Sonnet: With Knuckles White And Lig’ments Strain’ed Taut…


With knuckles white and lig’ments strain’ed taut

And bulging disks thus weighted with a load

A battered face deep-scarred from battles fought

While trav’lling uphill both ways through this road


With hope crash-landed on deserted isles

And peace in pieces shattered on the floor

I’m boxed in and surrounded in these trials

Outmanned, outgunned, outlasted in this war


And yet throughout my soul’s long, darkened night

Though sense be blind with feelings feeling numb

Upheld am I by grace’s gentle might

He carries me throughout these depths I plumb


Though broken and depleted currently,

His grace, says He, sufficient is for me