Weakness Poem by Sophia White
Weakness
I try, I do, my very best
To be that City on that Hill.
I try, I do, my hardest
To be that Salt and that Light.
I try, I do, my strongest,
To be that Voice in the Dark.
I try, I do! But, dearest,
There are some days, some times,
When I cannot help but be
The Wave, tossed and blown
By the Wind.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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4/25/2024 6:17:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Senses are invoked during the reading of this poem, with comparison to feelings and images that compare ascent and recognition, such as the Voice in the Dark or the City on that Hill, and concludes with a woeful note. But a very intriguing read, Sophia. - K.