My Strength Is Dried

My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death

Commentary

Commentary

This line rewards steadiness over drama. It points toward resilience with enough room for resilience. Read plainly, it is less a slogan than a working posture. The value appears over time, in repeated choices rather than one emotional moment. Its durability comes from proportion: clear about hardship, clear about agency, and resistant to both panic and grandstanding.