A virtue that I seek, humility.
It strives in each man’s heart,
yet, with dilemma and uncertainty –
such kindness’ missing part.
Holiness, a rare find – humility.
One may often forget,
or choose to neglect his humanity.
Still, in the end – regrets.
Great challenge for the soul, humility.
Once found, lost evermore.
A fool as I, boast for this sanctity,
for my heart remains sore.
Desiring for humility in me.
Alas, to seal my lips,
or hush one’s arrogance, I fail to see,
as I long for this piece.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ December 29, 2011
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