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.
beautiful blessings stephen… thank you.
Thank you Adela.
Oh lovely…I shall be saying them under my breath at church on Sunday (where we chant them in ever-changing Ukrainian , our hierarch struggling, I think, to get ever closer to the Greek).
Thank you Myrna. That will make me very happy.
Thank you. This made me exhale.
Thank you for that Susan.
Thanks so much Stephen
And thank you for reading Heather.