One of several poems I wrote during a recent creative writing course at Lee Abbey
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for God can reign in their lives.
The poor in spirit, pure in heart,
shall see, with eyes not dazzled by pride,
the glory in their neighbours' lives.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for the empty purses of their souls are open
to be filled with grace upon golden grace.
Blessed are they, for they walk the world
unburdened by hefty loads of worth,
the weight of desire for approving words,
the downward drag of the quest for power.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for God has no need to fight his way
through tangles of teachings and grudges and gripes,
but can enter their open hearts with joy,
to warm and shine and heal and delight.
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