walking under the weight
by Elizabeth de Barros
Daily the brightness of Christ shines
in darkness He dawns
horses run —
The weight of glory is too much to bear.
Under His arm, with love swelling, grace girding,
I am helped,
but collapse at the thunder of His voice.
He rivets me,
forges what He will against my will.
This is surrender:
His hands are massive.
And what does ascension look like?
Christ in me,
hope of glory.
© 2013 Elizabeth DeBarros