And strength in compassion.
The quiet ones sit and listen
To fools who with their loud voices
Believe their wind wins the day.
But their torrents have no power
Over a humble spirit.
Gale forces can blow through the meek
And move them not.
Rip tides of the proud
Try to pull the poor in spirit into the deep.
Yet, they remain anchored,
Because the humble get their strength
From another place
Not of this world,
But of the one to come.
... The one they will inherit.