The blood on the end of the spear that pierced Jesus.

The expert who says, ‘I don’t know.’

The father admitting his powerlessness over his son’s cancer.

The grace with which winter withdraws its white in favor of May’s green.

an abdication to what is.

The bedrock of most faiths.

The strength you never new you had.

What some call a sign of weakness.

It beats with the rhythms of the Universe.

Gives and receives silent as the tides.

It is

       the thunder of humility.