Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Humility

In my poetry,
I try to articulate Truth
at the edges of what words can touch.

Limited by my words,
I acknowledge my humility.

My life has acquainted me intimately
with humility,
a companion of curiosity and delight.

Humility,
like humor,
has softened me,
for hospitality,
and beauty,
and questioning.

Humility 
is not about making myself small,
not about debasing myself,
but about approaching everything and everyone
with a readiness to see goodness
and be surprised.

Humility
gives me a lightness of step,
not a heaviness of heart.


In that lightness,
I claim a love of others
taking that on as an adventure,
my calling.










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