Blessed be the unwashed bag lady, shopping cart stacked with tainted treasure,
for she will have her basic needs met.
Blessed be the man standing outside Great Canadian Superstore, hands out, eyes down,
for he will be fed.
Blessed be the sixteen year old abused daughter living with another hard fist calling the shots,
for she will be loved.
Blessed be the business man in the new beemer driving home to an empty house,
for he will find enough.
Blessed be the neighbour with the barking dog and all night weekend parties,
for she will be shown grace.
Blessed be the cashier with dark eye circles stuffing groceries into righteous cloth bags,
for she will be given a kind word.
Blessed be the old woman’s slow crosswalk shuffle during rush hour,
for she will receive patience.
Blessed be the smart ass tough guy dealing from his high school locker,
for he will be given a second, third, and fourth chance.
Blessed be the snot nosed kid screaming murder in the grocery cart, and his mother,
for they will be seen through eyes of understanding.
Blessed be the new Canadian struggling with his pronunciation,
for he will be a trail blazer for future generations.
Blessed be the middle aged mom breathing deep and hugging her daughter,
for she will be a rock in this hard place.
Blessed are you when you are weak, hurt, without answers, taken for granted, displaced and overlooked because of what you believe and what you are learning. Rejoice and be glad that you are unwrapping peace, empathy, kindness and love. Epiphanies often bright burst from dark places. Extend what you have received to those you meet each day, and the Kingdom of God will come.
Inspiration of the Beatitudes.
Previously posted by Sarah Over The Moon @ Pantheos, Liberating Liturgies.