Black cursive script tattoo reading Philippians 4:13 across the upper back near the shoulder blade.

Scripture verse in cursive on the shoulder

Lettering · Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a three-line cursive script tattoo reading "I can do all things through Him who strengthens me" with the reference "Philippians 4:13" beneath. The lettering is fine and even in black ink, with slight variation in line weight and no shading. The skin is shown in a warm, soft-focus close crop, with the text running diagonally across the shoulder area.

Lettering Shoulder Back Script Bible verse Scripture Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lock at Caen Hill had been stuck for three days, and I was the one walking the towpath with the windlass while Dad sat in the wheelhouse pretending his knees were fine. Water came through the gates in a brown rush and the boat dropped slowly, the way it always did, like a bucket being lowered into a well. I counted the paddles. Thirty-one turns of the handle before the top gate opened, and the cold air off the water smelled of diesel and wet leaves.

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Dad never said much, but he wrote things down. On the inside of the galley cupboard, in pencil he'd sharpened with a Stanley knife, he had copied a verse from the back of a chapel hymn sheet his mother gave him in 1961. Philippians, chapter four, verse thirteen. The letters leaned forward like they were walking into weather. Every time I reached for the tin of Yorkshire tea I read it upside down, and for years I thought it was just a thing a man had on his cupboard, like a calendar or a wedding photo.

We sold the Patience in March. The buyer wanted the engine and the ropes and nothing else, so I took a screwdriver to the galley hinges the night before the sale. The cupboard door came away in my hands, heavier than I expected, grey with thirty years of steam. Under the varnish the pencil was still legible. I carried it up the lock steps on my shoulder, one slick stone at a time, and at the top I set it down on the grass, the words facing the sky, and let the water go on without me.