So often crowd out
The lingering sense
That there is more to this life.
The cyclonic nature
Of the details each day brings
Easily confuse and disorient
Our sense of direction.
Without long pauses and still seconds
For careful consideration,
We overlook the miraculous
And settle for mundane.
We must fight and reclaim
The holy nature of each hour.
Not a task or moment passes
That isn’t rife with opportunity
To speak blessing,
To grant grace,
To step back a bit
And clothe ourselves in humility.
And therein lies mysterious truth:
As we lay down our
Demands and Expectations
Our “ I will have what I want” pride,
We participate in exaltation.
We are free to elevate another,
And there is much joy in this.
Maybe we’ve lost our taste for it,
Or struggle to see that this is true,
But when we see it
In a life laid down,
Is it not met with a
Response of honor?
But such is the Kingdom of God.
“Whoever exalts himself shall be humbled; and whoever humbles himself shall be exalted.”
While our Savior-King deserves highest praise for His unmatched humility, these poem words are dedicated to my husband, a man of quiet, honor-filled humility.