A poem 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 place
deep in the secret of God’s face
where one can know, past all surmise,
that God’s great will alone is wise,
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.
Humility is shaped by trust. It is a dependence upon Abba knowing that we are his children in spite of the hurricane that rocks our world. Powers points us in this direction of looking up and saying ‘Yes’ amidst the howling winds that buffet, blind, and obscure the horizon.
A strong humility—not meek and mild—stronger then death raging against the storm.