Seven

 "Humbly ask Him to remove our shortcomings."

Always thought humility and humiliation

Were the same or at least cut same cloth.

That lowly low, opposite of our highs, 

Groveling on broken knee, scratched from

Crawling here. But humiliated isn't humbled,

It's prideful and important. To think even one

Self-absorbed, in there own life, soul took time

To notice me. But yet, humble is also to be heard.

It's just that I'm saying the same as everyone.

Just another in this ant colony, bee hive, city of

groupthink. Humble is that grey matter between

The black and white or right and wrong, 

hero and villain, just breathing and being, it's

To be both and not or. Never or. It's a fat maybe

On the sidewalk and a someday in the mail,

It's that I would ask, and maybe would come

Only if I worked for the yes in dishes and soap,

In sweeping the floor, and arriving on time,

Shutting my mouth but thinking my thoughts,

Ok to just stay around. One of the grey matters.