:: numb ::

from a certain retreat in BrianHead, Utah

Why isn't my heart breaking?
Why are they weeping around me
and I am standing untouched, unmoved.
I didn't feel Your Spirit when
it swept through this place.

Am I too practiced to know Your extravagance?
Am I too ready to be surprised?
Am I too full of knowledge to be taught by
the rain, the child, the dying ones who are
desperate to know what I have been told my whole life?

Humble me. Humility doesn't come easily to
the Pharisee or, apparently, to me.


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