Humility is a blue flame,
dipping into indigo
and edged in black.
It is cool water
that flows in small
ripples and puddles
at my feet.
It is balm
for a weary soul,
and a heart that
cannot find its
rhythm, that is
lost a bit,
that is chipped.
It is blue flame,
And when I stand
too close to that flame,
and the waters rise
like a torrent,
and I am battered
and beaten
in the wake of
my weakness,
compassion comes,
a grace of blessing,
lifting me from
my humiliation
to stand
near the blue flames
and cool waters,
the balm of humility,
the breath of compassion,
whole.
