If I were humble enough to be a violet growing through a crack in the sidewalk,
if I were humble enough to be a drop of water falling through a sunbeam,
if I were humble enough to be a dust mote on a dragonfly's wing,
a baby's mouth at the mother's nipple,
an atom of green in a forest shadow where no one goes,
if I were humble enough to hear infinite praise in the first morning robin,
I would still not be humble enough to become God.
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