Beatitudes without attitude

A poem.

Blessed are the unassuming: for theirs is the kingdom of gratitude.

Blessed are the rivers: for they shall carry away the burning boats of sorrow.

Blessed are the still waters: beside which we shall be led.

Blessed are the apostates of money and power: for theirs is the domain of freedom.

Blessed are the intake workers at homeless shelters: for theirs is the kingdom of mercy.

Blessed are they who profoundly ignore the fascination of the herd: for they shall escape hook, line and sinker.

Blessed are the wrens that dart about in blackberry bushes: theirs is the provenance of happiness.

Blessed are the eyes of sculptors and painters: for theirs is the realm of sight.

Blessed are the hands of potters: for they shall be called stewards of the second chance.

Blessed are those who topple the idols of mass culture: for they shall be called curators of light.

Blessed are the Great Grey owls: given to glide through parallel kingdoms.

Blessed are the gardeners: for they are the tilth of the earth.

Blessed are they that hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.

Blessed are they that linger, astonished at hibiscus: for they shall be refueled.

Blessed are the cigar rollers, brew masters and vintners: period.

Blessed are the prairie sloughs: where kingdoms of cattails await red-winged romances.

Blessed are the cardboard boxes: for they shall inherit mountains of memories.

Blessed are they who resist the K-Mart Caesar and all the little Neros: they shall sleep well at night.

Blessed are the power outages: for theirs is the reign of lit-candles with family and friends at kitchen tables.

Blessed are the bakers: that is obvious.

Blessed are the spiralling, hovering gulls: for theirs is the wisdom of wind.

Blessed is the waggle dance of bees: world of intelligence, truth and understanding.

Blessed is the eternal heretic: whose love yet reclines within us.

Blessed is the rising sun, the enduring earth, the forgiving seas: hear their groans of longsuffering grace.   


  • Stephen is a poet and writer, with a background in agriculture and social care, living in Victoria, B.C.

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