Humility never crosses their
minds –
the humble ones, nor envy
their hearts,
allowing the world to go its
way,
having eschewed complexity
for truth’s simple fare.
Traded their wine for water
and drink of it deeply,
upholding soberness and
clarity.
Like large stones on the
wayside,
they let nothing sway them
or carry them away;
add nothing nor subtract.
And if they are waiting for
God,
they do so without clamor or
petition,
their threadbare lives
brimful quiet,
cherishing the lack, doing
without
the things they have long
determined
have no substance or worth.
O child of God, speak of the
humble ones
with all the humility you can
muster.
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