Strength is the gentle touch. The calm and confident peacekeeper. A real saint.
But these days, Strength comes in all sizes and forms.
Perhaps Strength is the forum leader on a gaming site, who efficiently (and without any drama) shuts down the racist, sexist, and homophobic threads.
Strength might be the 2002 Honda that should, by all rights, be scrapped and dead, but has hung in there long enough to help a family get back on its feet.
I think Strength can be the air that you breathe on trying days. It slows down your racing heart, and gives you one more ounce of patience.
There aren't many lions to be tamed anymore. But there are plenty of fragile balances.
Our modern world has an abundance of stuck-doors. Strength doesn't kick them down. It tries the handle, again.
(This post is a part of The Modern Tarot series - questioning and investigating tarot in light of our modern experiences and realities. It's mostly sassy, a little bit tongue-in-cheek, and meant as food for thought - not as a true or superior interpretation.)