Pied Weakness

Glory be to God for feeble things
For legs of brittle bones as rotted tree;
For liver-spotted, wrinkled skin upon hands that shake.
Old fingers, arthritic bones, paralyzed things
Joints outed and pieced - fold, favored and free
And all limbs, their wear and scars forsake.

All things single, sinewed, spare, or wrong;
Whatever is injured, maimed (who knows how?)
With ache, pain; creak, shame; sorrow, limp;
He fathers-forth whose weakness He makes strong:

Praise Him.

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