When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying: “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:1-10
Submerged deep in anxious distress
like water washing over in a dream
struggling to see the fractured light
hoping to rise again in this storm.
There is too much surface noise
too many voices raised against me
too much wind across the water
so much anger in the fractured air.
We long for someone to rescue us
yet the rescue has already begun
from the beginning of time it has
breathed love into our darkness.
Today there seems to be no solution
on the morning breeze a change comes
this day will not end in sorrow
but in sweet gentle floating hope.
like water washing over in a dream
struggling to see the fractured light
hoping to rise again in this storm.
There is too much surface noise
too many voices raised against me
too much wind across the water
so much anger in the fractured air.
We long for someone to rescue us
yet the rescue has already begun
from the beginning of time it has
breathed love into our darkness.
Today there seems to be no solution
on the morning breeze a change comes
this day will not end in sorrow
but in sweet gentle floating hope.
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