Humility
Your face everywhere at the Center –
a photograph or painting in every room;
from the ethereal beauty of Your younger days
to the silent majesty of the latter.
Seeing Your face, Lord, let my gaze fall
at Your feet – where it belongs;
as I must one day – mind, body and spirit –
fall at Your feet,
to become the dust under Your heels.
Grant me the humility, Lord, to accept myself as I am
by accepting You for Who You are.
Even as my asking is a vain conceit,
I long for the poverty of such humility.
Exhaust my storehouse until there’s nothing left
that’s not a gift from You.
Fill my cellar with only Your wine –
that I might share a cup with everyone
who comes to the door.
O child of God, try to love those who you cannot love,
perhaps, beginning with yourself.
(from A Jewel in the Dust)
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