Black and grey photo of two wrists with the script words "You Are My Strength" tattooed in a fine line cursive style across the inner wrists.

You Are My Strength script on two wrists

Fine line · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

Two wrists are shown palm up, each carrying part of the handwritten phrase "You Are My Strength" in black cursive script, with the left wrist reading "You Are" and the right wrist reading "My Strength". The linework is thin and even with smooth, looping letterforms and no shading. The photograph is black and white, with the lettering running horizontally across the wrists and the hands cropped at the top of the frame.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Hand Script Lettering Phrase Wrist

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, you lot, the fire has only one more log in it. Brother Anselm had the finest hand in the scriptorium at Wrenhallow, and he was also the crossest. When the old abbot asked him to copy a blessing for the new bell, Anselm refused to write it in one go. He said a thing that mattered ought to be split between two pages, so that no one could read it alone.

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So he wrote the first half on the vellum for the north cloister and the second half on the vellum for the south, and sent the boy Tobiah to carry them. The boy could not read, which Anselm counted a mercy, since a boy who cannot read cannot be tempted to peek. Tobiah walked the frozen causeway every morning for a fortnight, with a satchel that smelt of rosin and cold mutton, and never once asked what the words said.

Then the winter floods came over the causeway, and the boy was stranded on the wrong bank with the second page buttoned against his chest. Across the water the bell rang for vespers, and the north cloister heard only its half of the blessing. It was all about holding fast when the ground gives way, and the brothers there thought it sounded like a prayer for a drowned man.

When the waters dropped, Tobiah came back with the page dry and the ink unsmudged, and Anselm took it from him without a word. The abbot read both halves side by side and laughed until he had to sit down. Each house had been praying for the other all along, and the bell has rung the whole blessing ever since, one brother from each cloister calling out his line.