Humble
poem by Dave Morrison
Lord I am
so small and
the world doesn’t
wait for me.
I am one person
in a remote place,
a single domino.
I am pushed and
pulled, but I do not
push, or pull.
I am not unhappy.
I am not
dissatisfied, in fact
there is comfort
in knowing that I am one
raindrop in the
rainy season. I am
not a clapper and
the world is not my bell.
Lord I want to be
humble, I think that there
is less suffering there.
Because on those days when
I feel the hard seed of a
diamond in my chest, when
I try to fight the amnesia
to remember what it was you
shouted to me, when I flex
forgotten muscles and feel the
raw strength there,
on those days Lord
I struggle.
Lonely Life of Spies (JukeBooks 2009)