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Vera Kilgore Heilig: Her Poetry Lives (2017) H. Morris Williams, Marie Law Haire

Prop

When my strength fails me God lends me a prop.

He leans somebody else against me. Then
I find my strength is as the strength of ten

Because His hand is sure to hold me up.

I cannot fail when I have heard the call
To stabilize a weaker brother’s feet.

I must stand steadfast then to help him meet

His adversary. Hold him lest he fall.

That other one who draws his strength from me
Unknowingly supports me by his need

And I who am a weak and trembling reed

Am turned into a strong and sturdy tree.

Tangle

I said “The Lord has so much work to do
I will not bring my cares to Him today.

These matters I can cope with by myself.”
And so I did not take the time to pray.

Now ruefully I pull at snarled knots

Of tangled string I tried to tie in bows.

My clumsy fingers need His guiding hand
To show me which direction each strand goes.

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