A sense of compidence may swell my head
Too heavy to hold it up I shrink it as a pall of self-consciousness envelopes me,
Me, a letter to the Dead letter office, all wrinkled crushed and mute.
I cannot read me, do not have the skill to shrink my head further –
To preserve it, an atrocity in a Mason Jar.
Pride goes before a fall, and never so much as my crest fell, just now,
It’s feathers broken and torn.
I would fly to the slip streams, soaring to build ego up, tell of my great and humble deeds,
They have not happened, save in my heavy head,filled with liquid lead,
I drop me to the ground the weight, unwieldy, my nose touching the dust, not quite a prayer,but definitely wipe my face.
Let my courage be tempered by fear to remember I am lowly ,
God is with me.
Dear Lord, show me who I be.