I revere the humble human in a recovery group’s metal folding chair.
They tend to risk and reveal
more than a church member in a pew.
The bravest and strongest people I know show their “weakness” and are truly self-aware.
They are awake.
We don’t know what we don’t know, nor when we’re asleep.
But this isn’t just for those sitting on hard, metal chairs or long wooden benches.
It’s for anyone who tends to entrench…
Calling it faith, or loyalty, or principle
Showing an alliance to something or someone unworthy of this devotion.
Humans who can’t admit they’ve been mired in pride, been wrong, duped, or stubborn.
Too self-righteous for concession or change.
Having muddy heels from digging in for so long
But the muck’s okay
That clay can be scraped away
And if a faint stain does remain—even better
It’s evidence of sweet humble feet willing to turn…
And head another way.
A mule is a fool, and a horse with blinders has a narrow view
The world is expansive, and it would be great if our minds were, too.
