Meekness

I have no desire to inherit the earth.
This sheepish docility gives me no peace
In a dog-eat-dog fantasy
Waiting to pounce with the
Sureness of sunrise that springs from the east.

Yet modesty does claim
The poise of enlightenment,
Tendered with reticence,
Braced by a pause,
With feathers unfettered and
Voice clear and calm, 
Alert and proficient to
Sidestep the beast.

But don’t confuse meekness with
Gestures of weakness
When mortals demure from the norm.
You may be surprised by
The fire in their eyes
When the table is set for the feast.

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