This phrase puzzled me.
When does strength start?
Where does strength come from?
When my own strength has been wrenched from me,
weakened
by those ‘slings and arrows’ Will Shakespeare speaks of,
I have questioned
whether I had any strength at all, whether I would ever have any strength again.
Epilepsy has been one of
those ‘slings’;
and seizures, the ‘arrows’.
When my strength,
weakened and frayed,
crumples and falls,
when an arrow
cuts through
and pins me to the ground,
someone has been there
to help me step into my life once more.
Friends, loved ones, family and colleagues,
whomever was present
when my consciousness left me,
your life interrupted by my life.
I thank each of you always.
The strength freely shared,
has gathered within,
to be shared with others each day.
In the sharing of strength,
we each grow stronger.
When does strength start?
With the sound of a newborn’s cry
and the first gentle touch of caring.
Where is anyone’s spark of strength born?
Only spirit knows the answer.
“Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us
who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.”
~ Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
Re-Edited: July 2024 and again August 20, 2024
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