Hope

A night not calm, not bright

Evil roams the earth
Creation shrouded in darkness

Its groaning fills the night

Those in Love’s image made, suffer

A newborn cries out
The voice pierces darkness’s veil 

Evil winces, shudders

Creation smiles
It remembers Eden

Hope is born of dust
Breathed into human form

Creation’s walk in darkness

Sees the light of dawn

Hope walks the earth

Knows suffering with a human heart

Feels pain, grief, betrayal
Hope weeps bitterly

Those in Love’s image made pierce Hope

Blood pours out

Evil smirks

Hope lay entombed 

But Hope cannot be buried for good
The sun rises 

The stone rolls
Grave, where is your victory?
Death, where is your sting?  
Now Love's victory is certain

Humility

True humility.

Not self-deprecation,

But acceptance.

No, even more.
Genuine appreciation!

Of God’s work through you.

Of God’s work NOT through you.

And seeing no difference between these things.