Poem: “Humility” by Jessica Powers

Humility is to be still

under the weathers of God’s will.

It is to have no hurt surprise
when morning’s ruddy promise dies,

when wind and drought destroy, or sweet,
spring rains apostatize in sleet,

or when the mind and month remark
a superfluity of dark.

It is to have no troubled care
for human weathers anywhere.

And yet it is to take the good
with the warm hands of gratitude.

Humility is to have a place
deep in the secret of God’s face

where one is loved, where one can trust
a strength not circumscribed by dust.

It is to have a place to hide
When all is hurricane outside.