Humble Walk

Humbly we stand, waiting, wondering, hoping.  Hoping for a future riddle not by criticism but rather engulfed in love.  In our waiting we see the ugliness that has become our world and we wonder where it all began, from what did such ugliness grow?  Tides have turned and the ugliness, it grows; festering hatred, scrutinizing compassion, rending love nothing but a dream.  What has taken us down such a road?  Pride, the derivative of all the ugliness.  The shallow words which haunt, words which repeat on a loop in the mind, words which incite fear, these, too stem from pride.  The ability to cripple other with words makes some proud, thinking they the victor while their captures the fool.  Pride takes us down coveted paths deemed an impossibility thus our desire for discovery.  With our thought, actions and responses intertwined with pride, we move, not with purpose but rather with an agenda.  Each step calculated with expectation of victory and leaving no room for failure is the war call of pride.  That which is dreamt is quickly masked by power, vanity and egotism rendering the heart incompetent.  Swiftly our stride widens to encompass envy because what we have is not enough thus fueling the need for more, the need for domination.  Pride with each step, pride in every thought, pride with every intention...pride is exhausting and isolating.  Suddenly we look and nothing, no road, no friends, no perspective for pride has dulled the vision, deafened the ears and weaken the bones; with movement difficult and loneliness inevitable our next move it questionable.  Alone, battered, life lived within the confines pride globalizes an ugliness unforeseen with the first pass.  Pride alienates us from others, from the Father and from ourselves for, at the end of the run, we know not where, when or who we are; but the Father does.  He know our truth, He knows our heart and disregarding our prideful motive, He love us, always.  We have the power to turn this ugliness into beauty, into love.  We pray today for humility and our chance to make the world, once again, beautiful.  May the love which dwells within be our path guiding our now.  May we see with eyes of compassion, hear with ears of empathy and feel with the unconditional love of the Father that we may act with humility and serve rather than demand.  Humbly we implore Your Spirit, Father, that we may eclipse the ugliness of the world with beauty, with love, and with hope.  No longer do we stand but rather we humbly act, knowing that the answers lie within and beauty is the product of our humblest of actions.