THE MIGHT OF MEEKNESS
The mountain bends not to the fiercest storm, but it shields the fledgeling and the lamb; and though all men tread upon it, yet it protects them, and bears them up upon its deathless bosom. Even so is it with the meek man who still, though shaken and disturbed by none, compassionately bends to shield the lowliest creature, and, though he may be despised, lifts all men up and lovingly protects them.
As glorious as the mountain in its silent might is the divine man in his silent Meekness; like its form, his loving compassion is expansive and sublime. Truly his body, like the mountain’s base, is fixed in the valleys and the mists; but the summit of his being is eternally bathed in cloudless glory, and lives with the Silences.
He that has found Meekness has found divinity; he has realized the divine consciousness, and knows himself as divine.
