A Season of Humility

An examined life requires work

A break down of the narrative 

The season arrived

A humiliation, 

In the oldest, 

Truest,

Meaning of the word

To be stripped bare

To go within,

To seem gone,

Back to the dirt, 

To feed our roots, 

To make them sturdy.

To slowly

Find our way back into light 

We grow again

We ponder our reflection

There they are.

Subtle nuances to the human eye

But visible more to the open mind

Grace flows again 

To fill a heart

To feed a curious mind.

Poem and image by Debra Ogilvie-Roodt