I am a light; others can see where I point the way.
I am but a flame; a small light; little better than the darkness.
I am a noise; At least sometimes, I startle people.
I am perhaps a whisper; and I wonder if anyone hears me.
I am a presence; a notable one in the crowd.
I am a faint shadow; some look at me, but only see a reflection of themselves.
I am felt; like the wind: I can be resisted, but I am there.
I am only thought about, sometimes.
I am forgotten; one of thousands of tombstones that no one visits.
Why was I here?
-- Divine Intimacy, Ch 106: Humility, by Fr. Gabriel of St. Mary Magdalen, O.C.D.