If it ever be so, may it be so, when it is so. And so – onward I go. I remain Your humble servant. Regenerated from within by so gentle a touch, Your goodness drawing me ever nearer. Miracle, miracle.
To be teachable, reachable; prone to receiving of, and discerning in God’s instruction. – Humility
Though two persons reside within me,
The resolute master over this dormant malformity.
This one who would have at me,
Enslave me to dregs, darkness, despair, and drudgery.
The wretched brute. Libertine. Pariah. Knave
One to be forcibly reined and restrained.
Caged. Never allowed the light of day.
Starved. Dispossessed. Divested. Cancelled.
Stripped of all towering vigor.
Forced to refrain. Chained. Muzzled. Manacled.
Thrown down at every threat of challenge.
Until it becomes a meager wisp.
A filament. Fragment. Fog. Fraction.
Miasma dispersing into – nothingness.
Its will no more, not even a mist.
Transmutation take the time you take.
Command never falter nary a cession.
Resolve never allow nary a frist.
Seeing felicitous humility’s prize
Within the God of grace
Mercy’s crystal piercing eyes
Perceiving from conception realized
Through sojourn earth to eternal Life
Home, home the journey finalized.
“He has told you, O man, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?” Micah 6:8