Nightcrawlers and Nightingales
I wriggle blind eyed through the dirt; friction, my friend giving me something to push against, resistance aiding my travels. I worm my way through life and believed that was all there was; having never seen the sky. I traveled far and wide once I had taken to the air. Open eyed I push against a thing I cannot see and peer down on the dirt I left behind. I soar rather than struggle and go the distance leaving my mind open to the next frontier.
Say what everyone knows in a way that no one thought of
A great woman walks my street everyday.
She carries a tall walking stick with a loop for her hand.
Each morning I see her low crown of hair and the half smile,
Her friendly wave when I catch her eye.
Each morning when I see her
I see the secret play across her face–humility.
This is the secret she cannot share.
I know she would sing it from the mountain tops if it would help.
But humility is not a secret you can tell.
It’s a secret you have to live with.
As I slowly learn this precious thing I see it shine in others.
Recognition of persons with inborn dignity
And a keen understanding of their personal value lights inside me.
When I see this fine woman walking with purpose
I appreciate myself better and am so very grateful
For those who keep humility alive by living it.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault