Blessed are the poor, you say?
I turn to shroud my laughter.
Blessed are the hungry now? Indeed?
I pop a snack into my mouth to hide the grin.
Blessed are the weepers?
Sure. No doubt. Except for… not.
Blessed are the hated and reviled?
Then you, Humanity’s Child, are the most blessed of all.
A poem/prayer based on Luke 6:17-26, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel reading for Year C, 6th Sunday after the Epiphany.
January 2019 photo taken in Leilani Estates by Eric Anderson.