Who are we? What are we but
Small men? How can we lay claim
To the grace of God, above
All other things? I am no greater
Than the least of you, nor am I
More enchanted by the ways of
Life and love itself.
But I am humble in my humility,
Strong in my weakness,
Open and able, ready to
Take my place in the ways
Of all there is.
Who are you to choose otherwise?
Who are you to walk a new path?
Where were you when these
Words were spoken, these ideas
Spilt forth like blood on the sands?
Carry your impotent pride, your
Detestable nature, lay it at the
Feet of your blind idols,
Protest the truth and
Attest the falsehoods you so eagerly embrace.
I am not here to wait for you,
I am not here to show you the way;
You move your own feet, you
Level your own ground. You
Lay your own roots, and you
Lay them deep.
We are not men of aid or compassion,
We are not men of guilt or regret;
Strive to move forward, rid yourself of
Chains and shackles.
Come forth and bask
In the light of the sun,
Like small men.