It is She who will render you Humble,
For this is not a Gift,
You can give yourself.
The stone of selfhood will be crushed
Again, and again, and again,
Until only dust remains.
But in that Sweet Deconstructing,
There is no punishment exacted,
But only, ever, Love and Blessing.
And the dust that you become,
Fallen from Her Precious feet,
Will become, in turn, Benediction…
Taken upon the weary soles,
Of those who walk through you,
On their way to the Kingdom of Heaven.
