Humility, a fragile flower blown
by wind and whim, its petals pulled in weakness,
confetti scattered at others’ casual command?

Or robust root, a quiet confidence
that’s born in understanding who you are,
releasing shoots that see and serve and love?

I was at the funeral today of a friend and mentor, a strong, quiet, humble man.
(25.04.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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