Humbled Again

Zeus delivered another
Mountaintop sermon yesterday morning
Casting bolts of resolutions
Across the hills and fruited plains
8 hours of prophetising
Of his worldly issues

On the ride home
As my mind wandered
Towards the lofty peaks
Now shrouded in waves
As the monsoon breaks
Upon the shores

I think back to my afternoon
Of studying company history
By the daylight coming
Through my office window

Left me half gridded out
In the mid-afternoon
Remnants of humidity and humility

I was humbled again
Without power
Powerless

Reduced to natural lighting
As the sermon's lessons soaked in
Enjoying every holy minute of it

It was a simple pleasure
Delivered straight from the pulpit