Sonnet 93, "The Two Towers" by Heidi Tompkins

Sonnet 93, "The Two Towers"

by Heidi Tompkins

If I spent three months filming every night

In ore prosthetics squishing from the rain

And armor (helmet narrowing my sight),

And Viggo kicked me in the ribs again

Or if I slipped along the rocky stream

Still thawing from the winter, chasing fish

(Though non-existent, real within my dream).

And this cold pain fulfilled my deepest wish.

And if I squirmed in white wetsuits, my voice

Straining and hoarse—Or if I broke two toes

Kicking a helmet and still made the choice

To run the hero's chase so no one knows

If I would strive for Christ as these have striven.

What power to His gospel would be given!